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The Cure

By: plaidskirt



"I don't see why this is necessary, I'm really quite alright." I can't tell you how embarrassing it is to try to explain being raped to an overpaid twenty-nine year old man.

"Your grades are slipping, you never want to see your friends or even talk to your family. I'm here to help you. Now why don't you tell me the first thing you noticed about your attacker."

"He was strong. I couldn't see him at first. He took me by surprise and it scared me."

I could tell that Dr. Peterson wasn't going to accept my ambiguous answers. I would've said anything to end the session. I glanced at the clock; fifty-seven minutes to go. "Tell me the whole story. Lie back, relax. Breathe slowly and deeply. Tell me exactly what happened, in detail."

I sighed and tried to make myself comfortable on the couch. "It was after eleven. My parents had told me to go to bed, but I had decided to read. After all, I am 18 now. I had a cover pulled over me, just in case. I had opened the window because I like the smell of the grass after the rain. I live in a good neighborhood. I didn't think-"

"-Yes?"

"I just didn't think anything would happen!"

"It's alright. Continue." 

"I never heard him come in. I must've been drifting off to sleep. The first thing I felt was his body over mine. I was sitting half-up, with my stomach on the mattress."

"Did it get you excited?" Dr. Peterson asked, very professionally.

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"If it excited you, it would explain your guilt."

"It didn't excite me. I was just startled."

"Mmhmm," he wrote something down on his notepad.

"Really! No one believes me."

"Continue."

I tried to shrug it off. "Then he pushed my face into the mattress. I felt his knife against my back. He told me not to resist and not to make any noise. I was shaking and sweating. He shredded my clothes apart and stared at me for several minutes. Then, he told me to masturbate for him.

"I reached down and began rubbing myself. He held my thighs wide apart. Soon, I felt a cold object at my entrance. He was pushing it in rather slowly, as if to soothe me."

"And how did you feel then?"

"I hated it. I just wanted him to go away."

"I mean, how did you feel physically?"

"It felt good. I was turned on by it. Soon I accepted what was happening to me. I pretended it was just a fantasy."

"Did you climax?"

"Yes."

"Continue."

"I orgasmed quite hard. He patted me on my backside and said, 'Good girl.' I guess I had been moaning and making my pleasure obvious. Then he sat me up and told me to look at him. He was nice-looking. I wondered why he was doing this to me, he probably could've had whoever he wanted. Then I looked at his hand and I realized he had used the handle of my hairbrush on me."

"Did that horrify you?"

"No, it was over. What would it matter if it had been a gun, or a vibrator, or a hairbrush handle?"

"Continue."

"Then, I-, I'm sorry. This is hard."

"Shh. Breathe, breathe. Relax. Take it slow. Inhale... exhale."

"Well, then," I realized my hands were trembling. "then he told me to get into a cat postition, with my butt high in the air. I felt him pressing his fist against my pussy."

"Your pussy?"

"Sorry, vagina." Idiot. "The thumb on his other hand was pushing at my anus. I wasn't sure what he was going to do. But then, he was licking at me."

"Where?"

"My butt. He pushed his face between my cheeks and slid his tongue in me. That's when I was horrified. I stared down at the mattress, where moments before I had the strongest orgasm of my life. It was a nightmare. Then he said, 'You little virgin slut, Daddy's gonna make you bleed. My cock is so fucking hard for you.'I closed my eyes."

"Were you at all turned on by being dominated?"

"No."

"Honestly?" It was like he knew the answer, he just wanted me to say it.

"Yes, I was turned on." Suddenly I felt extremely vulnerable and insecure. I didn't want to tell this man anything else. 

"Continue."

"You know what happened! He anally raped me! How can you sit there with so much composure while I relive the most torturous experience of my life?"

"It's my job. Continue."

"No! I refuse to go through all this for someone I don't even know."

He walked towards me slowly. He put his hand on my thigh and stroked it. "I think I know why you're so disturbed."

"Because I was RAPED?"

"No, because you really enjoyed it. You loved the feeling of an attractive man forcing you and taking control of you. Your only regret is that he left you without raping your pussy."

I stood up and stormed to the door. "You sick pervert!" I clasped the handle and pulled at it with all my might, but it wouldn't turn. "Let me out of here!"

"I believe enduring a similar experience would help you overcome your mental suffrage."

"If you touch me, I'll..."

"Yes?"

I couldn't speak. I just ran to him and cried. He ran his hands up and down my back and took my sweater off. I looked at his face. It was a young, good-looking face. I realized I was attracted to him. I was rubbing his back also.

I touched his hair with my hands. It was soft and clean. We kissed. I quickly undid the buttons on hi shirt. I skillfully unhooked the buckle on his belt. I couldn't wait to see all of his body. His boxers came off pretty easily. His legs were well-sculpted and very manly. He had broad shoulders and powerful hands. The blonde hairs on his arms glistened against the pale ruddiness of his skin.

I put my mouth on his thick neck and kissed away. My hair was moving wildly with my head, brushing against his chest. I rubbed my hands on his stomach and felt those hot little muscles. His hands were exploring the curve between my back and my ass. My jeans were unzipped and removed. I stood there in my bra and panties. He walked around me in a circle, examining me. 

I felt goosebumps form over my body. How did this stranger get so much control over me? Or was I in control? I thought about it until I felt his hand gently fingering my earlobe. I closed my eyes and let my head lean to the side. His hands moved down my neck and onto my shoulder, then down my arm. Then his arm was around my waist. His body was supporting my weight. My butt was against his crotch.

His hand massaged my crotch over my panties. His other hand undid the clasp of my bra. He let it fall. I felt my knees becoming weak, but I felt safe with him. His hand dived into my panties. It moved passed my light fur and right to my opening. I spread my legs a little for him. He slid a finger around and then brought it up to my face. "See how wet you are? This is just what you need."

Then he put his finger into his mouth and sucked my juice right off it. As he rubbed me I moaned softly to encourage him. 

"You may be too comfortable. Overcoming your fear of intimacy in one day could actually worsen your condition."

"Huh?"

"In order to cure you, I need to re-establish your fear. Then you'll see results." He stepped away from me and went to his closet. He returned with one of his belts and a some rope.

I quickly backed away. "No. No, I don't like where this is going."

"It's alright. Don't undo all of the progress we've already made. Do you want to get better?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." I reluctantly put my hands behind my back and he tied them together. Then he walked me to his desk. He pushed me forward until I was completely bent over. Then, he began whipping me with the belt. Between thrashes, he would reach between my legs and finger me, to keep me aroused. Every so often he would open my legs wider to hit me in my more sensitive area. 

It was frightening and realistic, but I knew he wouldn't kill me or cause any real damage. This was for my benefit. I was free to enjoy the treatment without guilt. 

Once again, I was moaning shamelessly. I loved every second of it. A few times I would say, "Spank me, daddy," under my breath. I felt so dirty and good. But soon, he began hitting me harder.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK WHACK WHACK!

"Oohhh, enough."

"This has been proven to help put patients in a very helpless state of mind. It is essential in healing you."

WHACK!

"Ahhh! Ohh, please!"

"One more should do it."

WHACK!

"STOP!"

WHACK WHACK WWWHHHHHACCCKKKKK!!!!!

"See, that wasn't so bad. How do you feel?"

I sniffed back my tears, "Fine, thank you."

"Aww, it did have an effect on you. You wear your innocence well." He stroked my cheek softly. "It's time for your reward."

He brought me back to the couch. He got on the floor and reached underneath the couch, pulling out two round cuffs. He attached them to a couple of hooks that he pulled from between the couch cushions. He laid me onto the couch and cuffed my ankles. I was completely in his power. 

I could see that my pussy was swollen and wet. He climbed on top of me and kissed my forehead. "After this, you'll be able to lead your happy, normal life. Enjoy, but I will have to use condescending language to keep you in victim-mode."

He pinched my nipples hard, and stretched them about three-quarters of an inch. I was squirming and bouncing, but the restraints held me back. "You slut. You're gonna love this." He spit on my face and slammed his cock to the hilt. His balls whacked against my flesh. 

I couldn't believe it. After all that, he managed to stuff me full in a mere second. I felt his cock way up inside me. It was pressing against my bladder and my cervix. I swear I could feel it in my belly. 

He created a heavenly rhythm. I bucked my hips with him as best I could. I broke into a sweat from trying to move, and some of his sweat fell onto my body. It was hot and sticky. 

I was gasping for air. "Please fuck me hard."

His nails were scratching at my delicate breasts. "Ugh," and he wiggled his cock around inside me. He bent down and slobbered onto my neck. Then, I felt him scraping his teeth against my skin. 

When I said hard I didn't mean notoriously, but that's how he took it. My walls were so tight for him, they squeezed his cock without mercy. At that moment, I knew I was capable of multiple orgasms. 

He pumped into me for all his worth. "Ahh, haaa, ohh, Mr, Mr. Peterson harder." Why did I say harder? He couldn't possibly go any harder. "Ohh, yes, YES, faster!" He couldn't go any faster, either.

"I'm going to cum!" I leaned my head back and my pussy locked him inside with a death grip. I loved not being able to move, he had to do all the work. It was amazing. 

Finally, he came, too. He was extremely out of breath. My pussy refused to loosen its grip. He remained inside of me for several minutes.

It turned out we had spent about an hour and a half "curing" me. He told my parents the extra time was free of charge. He did say, however, that it would probably take several years of therapy to cure me completely.

The Cure



She only married me for the money, everyone said it. Melissa was the university stunner, five foot ten, natural blonde, big naturally firm breasts and a bubble butt that would envy J-Lo. I was just turned twenty when she married me and everyone thought it wouldn't last.

My father had made millions from astute investments in various stocks and shares after he sold his small building firm. The family home was a one million mansion on the Dorset coast. I inherited it all after he drove his beloved Aston Martin Vanquish into a tree on a slippery September evening, instantly killing himself and my mother.

I was at Bristol at the time of the accident, studying for a business degree, determined and driven to make my own way in the world. Melissa was also there, studying modern art. She had what some people would say a bad reputation, highly sexed, some would even say she was a slag. I was never one to judge, being brought up the only child in a staunch Christian background, respect, honesty and definitely no sex before marriage.

I was captain of the squash team, six foot tall, lean athletic physique, average looks, some would say just a plain university student. Not Melissa's type at all considering she was always dating one or other of the big muscle bound rugby team. It was to my shock when she approached me and started flirting with me at the local bar one evening. She had a tall glass of some alcoholic drink when she approached me with my orange juice in my hand as booze is the devils liquor. She done all the chatting and I let her, being shy and in awe of the beauty in front of me. When she left to go back to her friends we were going to the cinema the following evening, and I didn't remember even agreeing to it. Dumbfounded at the time, I couldn't work out what it was that she found attractive in me, not until the next night sat in the back row of the local Odeon. We kissed a couple of times watching and not really watching the movie when she began rubbing my crotch through my jeans.

"Oh wow, you are a big boy then?" She whispered smiling at me with perfect gleaming teeth.

"What do you mean?" I replied looking into her eyes.

"Word has it that you have a very big cock, and it feels like the word is true," she quietly said with her hand firmly in my lap.

I stopped the kissing and her advances there and then and after leaving the cinema and walking back to the campus she explained that Ben, one of the squash team, had told his girlfriend I was well endowed. She had in turn told Melissa and hence I was her next target in her pursuit of big cocks. She didn't beat around the bush, she told me straight.

"You've got a big cock. I want to fuck you!" She stated matter of factly.

I went on to tell her my beliefs in chastity till marriage and sex is only for the creation of children and that was that, no more Melissa, at least it was until the accident occurred.

When I returned to university after a month away, sorting the funerals and signing numerous documents I was now a millionaire but orphaned. Everyone was sympathetic to my loss but also secretly jealous of my new wealthy status. Melissa was very quick to try and rekindle her advances to me and being still grieving and in a vulnerable situation I was happy for her friendship at least. It took her a few weeks to once again try to get at my cock and angrily I snapped.

"Look if you only want me to fuck you, then I suggest you get lost. My views have not changed, you want sex with me you'll have to marry me,"

"Are you being serious? or are you just angry at me for wanting to have sex with you?" She replied calmly.

"Yeah, you know I'm crazy about you but I won't have sex outside of marriage, so the question is there if you want it, marry me," I said in return.

"OK I'll marry you then," she replied.

Admittedly it wasn't romantic but I did mean it and after I saw my fathers solicitor,(who tried to talk me out of it) he made sure my new wealth was protected as much as he could through certain pre-nuptial agreements, much against Melissa's wishes. A month later we both quit university and we flew to St Lucia were we became husband and wife at a luxurious beach resort.

Three years later we had a perfect marriage, well all except one little problem. We had no money problems, my own portfolio of investments were doing very well and Melissa had went back to University and got her Modern art degree and was soon going to open her own gallery. As I said earlier, Melissa was a highly sexed person with a constant craving for my cock, which I was now happy to give her whenever she wanted. The only problem we had that was when I came it took me hours and hours to get any semblance of life to my cock, it was as if once it had shot its cum it went into a coma.

We had tried the top medical assistance from top Harley street doctors, no amount of pills or even injections had helped, it would just die a death after ejaculating. Melissa loved me and I knew she was faithful to me,(I'd had her followed numerous times by a private investigator to allay my jealousy) but the frustration of her desires for more were our only problem.

It was after I'd managed to withhold myself from cumming for ten minutes whilst fucking her hard with my 9 inch cock, bringing her to her orgasm before I came myself and then my dick dwindling away to its sleeping state that we were in each others arms.

"I love you so much Andrew, I'm so glad you asked me to marry you when you did and then made me your wife, I know people didn't trust me and I admit the money you inherited did make it an easier decision at the time, but I do love you. I only wish your magnificent cock would come back to life quicker," Melissa said as she laid with her hand slowly stroking my comatose dick.

"I love you too and I do know you love me too but there's nothing I can do about it, you know we've tried all we can, I'm sorry," I replied.

She looked in my eyes with tears beginning to well in her own, then slowly rolled over and began to very quietly sob into her pillow before falling asleep. I eventually fell asleep in utter disappointment with myself for not being able to fulfil my wife's desires for sex.

The following day sat in my den whilst trawling the net to see if there was anything new that may help me solve my dilemma, a pop up for a porn site came on my computer screen. I casually perused the various clips of all the fetishes out in the world of porn, until I came across a clip of a guy laid on his back with a very buxom woman sat on his face getting her pussy eaten. I'd never given Melissa oral sex as I was brought up to believe it was dirty, yes, I'm a hypocrite as I would gladly let Melissa suck my cock whenever she wanted, but she liked doing it. It was at that point that the big breasted woman pushed out a load of cum from her pussy, straight into the guys mouth, and he devoured it all.

My cock, which was fast asleep, suddenly sprang to life and as I watched the guy completely clean the woman's cunt of all the spunk, got a raging hard on.

I watched some more and my cock was straining for relief. Quickly I got from my chair and locked my door, dropped my pants and whacked myself off, shooting a huge load over my computer desk. Just as usual my cock quickly dwindled and went back to sleep as I sat back down catching my breath.

I continued looking through the various other kinks, interracial, anal, milf, she-male, bukkake but then came across another cream-pie clip. A fat unattractive woman was laid back, legs spread wide and another guy was eating her freshly filled, huge pussy. The cum was leaking out of her cunt and the guy was lapping it up like a cat drinking milk from a saucer.

To my utter amazement my cock began to harden and was quickly rock solid while I watched the clip. I quickly dropped my pants again and started wanking myself again till I came once more, this time catching my cum in my other hand. My cock once again died a death quickly so I tentatively stuck my tongue out and tasted my own spunk for the first time ever, no reaction at all.

I was suddenly interrupted from my sleazy actions as I heard the door to my den rattle.

"Andrew, are you in there honey, I've made you a coffee, why is your door locked? what are you doing?" Melissa said from outside.

I'd never locked the door before, ever, didn't need to. I quickly licked the rest of my cum from my hand and pulled my pants and jogging bottoms back up. I switched the monitor off and rushed to the door, forgetting the drying spunk on my desk.

"I didn't want the cleaner to disturb me while I checked my investments," I lied as I took the coffee from Melissa at the door.

"She's not here today, and you know that," she said as she barged past and went straight to my desk.

"What the hell, You fucking pervert, what the fuck have you been doing? web camming with some slut while jacking off have you?" she shouted at me angrily, pointing to the pool of my spunk on the desk.

"I can explain," I said sheepishly.

"Don't fucking bother, you fucking pervert," she screamed and then stormed out of the room.

The following week you could cut the atmosphere between us with a blunt knife. Melissa moved into one of our guest rooms and hardly spoke a word when we passed each other, which wasn't often. I spent most of the time indulged in my new perversion, each new clip I found would get my cock springing to life, it was truly amazing to me, I wondered if this could be the cure to my problem, but couldn't see if I'd ever get the chance to find out with Melissa being so angry at me.

Another week passed with Melissa in the guest room and me, in our king size bed all alone. At the weekend I was startled to see Melissa enter our room stark naked. Without a single word spoken she pulled the sheets from my body and laid next to me, feeling for my now quickly hardening cock.

"I'm sorry Melissa, I love you so much," I said.

"Shut up pervert and fuck me, I'm sick of my dildo and I'm horny so I want your cock, that's all!" she stated.

She leant her head forward and began to lick my shaft up and down. Quickly got rock solid and she began to lower her mouth over my bell-end. I'd missed her cock sucking skills and she was taking more into her willing mouth with each rise and fall of her head. I watched in bliss as she nearly swallowed it all and had me squirming on the bed. Eventually she lifted her skilful mouth from my fully erect pole and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs as she went.

"Come on then pervert, fuck me, I need to cum before going back to my room!" she said, anger still very evident in her voice.

I began to mount her and at the very last second quickly lowered my head to her smooth pussy.

"What the fuck are you doing? you don't like that, you've never done that to me before!" she said raising her head and trying to clamp her legs shut.

"Shush honey, I want to give it a go, let me try please," I said. She looked down at me, contempt oozing from her very being.

"Alrite pervert, show me what you think you've learnt on your precious computer," she said as she opened her legs and grabbed two pillows from the top of the bed. She scooted back slightly and resting against the end of the bed placed the pillows behind her back, giving her a better view.

I'd watched more than enough clips of guy's eating pussy over the last fortnight to have a good idea of what to do. I began slowly, licking up and down her pussy lips, savouring the sweet, musky aroma of her scent. I worked diligently on her labia, alternating between licking, sucking and gently nibbling her folds. After two or three minutes of deliberately avoiding her clitoris I could taste her juices begin to trickle from her. I looked up from between her legs to gauge her reaction and saw her pinching her lower lip between her teeth and her forehead creased in obvious pleasure. I quickly began to flick my tongue over her clitoris back and forth and up and down. I could hear her purring like a baby kitten in dreamland as I held her thighs and delved my curled tongue deep inside her hole. I began sucking in her flowing nectar as she reached down and began to push my head into her crotch, forcing my tongue even deeper inside her. Her juices began to flow like water from a torn hosepipe and run copiously between her ass crack. I was tonguing her deep and fast now and my jaw began to ache with her holding my head tightly between her legs. Suddenly she yelped out loud and clamped my head between her thighs as she orgasmed. My mouth filled with even more of her sweet tasting fluid and as her grip loosened I lifted my head from her lap, my face coated in in her juices. 

"Oh my god, that was great, fuck me now!" she murmured.

I entered her roughly and deep, my full length slid all the way in her with no resistance whatsoever and I began deep long strokes quickly. I was fuelled by her sweet syrup and needed to cum quickly.

"Your pussy was so sweet, babe," I said as I held her legs wide, propelling myself deeper each time as she began thrashing her ass upwards to meet my thrusts. As I felt the unmistakable feeling of my balls about to empty I quickly pulled myself free from her delicious pussy.

"Ride me babe, I'm so close, please ride my cock for me," I said as I pulled her up from her spread position. She quickly squatted over my legs and guided me back in, impaling herself deep on my rock solid member. I slid easily in, deep inside her as she began to grind her hips back and forth milking me of my hot cum.

It had always been her favourite position and I was holding myself back, hoping she would cum again with me deep inside her. Her pussy could clamp round me so hard when she did. Grinding her clitoris into my pelvic bone and rocking back and forth on my cock, I knew I was going to shoot very soon. Then she quickly reached down and fast and hard rubbed her clitoris and it suddenly began. I felt her pussy walls start to clamp round my cock and squeeze me tight as another orgasm hit her violently. The moment I felt her tighten and saw her head rolling from side to side as she orgasmed I began yo cum. I grasped her tightly by the hips, my fingernails inadvertently digging into her skin as I felt my balls draining into her body. I made a conscious effort to hold her as tight as possible till I had finished cumming to ensure every last drop filled her cunt.

She lay atop me, herself coming down from a huge orgasm, as I began to loosen my grip on her hips and tried to give her a kiss. She pulled her face away from me as I did and began to lift herself off me. I quickly held back hold of her and pulled her back on to my now dwindling cock.

"I love you," I said

"Yeah, well, thanks for the fuck, now let me go back to my room," She said as she tried to pull off me again. I instantly and with a strength I didn't think I had pulled her upwards towards my chest and ultimately my face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She yelped in shock and slight pain from my forcefulness.

"Watch, let me eat your pussy again please, and watch," I replied "Turn around and let me eat your pussy out, please, I beg you" I pleaded.

She looked down at me as I held her thighs, her cum filled pussy on my chest with disgust etched on her face. A minute or two passed before a wicked smile spread across her face.

"OK you fucking pervert, eat me out, its the least you deserve for web camming with some slut, clean my pussy out then," she said smiling. She began to move forward, bringing her pussy to my face until I stopped her.

"Turn around darling, I want you to face away and watch, please," I said. Confusion etched on her face.

"Whatever pervert," She said as she spun around before lowering her pussy to my mouth. My cock was snoring its head off as usual, still no sign of life in it, even with the thoughts of what I was going to do running through my head.

Will it work? Will I find it disgusting? Will I be sick or will my cock suddenly spring back to life? 

Her pussy came into contact with my lips and my nose was in between her ample ass cheeks. Melissa opened her legs slightly, giving me a faint taste of my own cum. The instant I tasted it the miracle began, my cock twinging ever so slightly but I definitely felt it. I began tentatively at first, licking up and down her pussy getting a taste of our juices combined. Then I curled my tongue and pushed past her lips and got my tongue as far as I could into her body. The next taste of my cum and her juices made my cock actually jump, it was a pure god given miracle. I couldn't reply given the fact I had my tongue in her snatch and her ass on my face when Melissa said "Your cock just twinged there, your fucking liking this!! "

In response I pushed my tongue in her as deep as possible and took more of my cum and her juices into my mouth and swallowed it down as quick as I could.

"Oh my god, your getting hard again, I swear down your getting hard, eating my pussy out is getting you hard, I cant believe it!" I heard her rant as I took more and more into my mouth with each delve into her pussy. She gave a push with her pussy muscles and a big dollop dropped into my mouth, instantly the blood rushed to my cock and I felt Melissa lift slightly as she took hold of my now semi erect cock with one hand.

"This is unreal, your a freak, cleaning your cum from my hole is getting you hard, here, have some more," she said as she strained and squeezed pushing all the cum from her now sopping pussy. Each taste I got from her hole made my cock actually pulse as the blood rushed into my dick. By the time I'd got every last drop from her snatch and sucked and licked it completely clean my cock was tall and proud and throbbing ready for action again.

"Oh my god, your cock is rock solid again, you bloody loved it, God that's got me so horny again, fuck me, come on, fuck me again," she said as she scooted off my face and got on her knees holding the bedstead. I pulled myself up from underneath her, still licking the creamy contents from my lips and placed myself behind her luscious bubble butt. I slid once again, easily into her wide open pussy, grabbed her hips and began to mercilessly slam into her very hard. She quickly began to moan as I built up a very fast and constant hammering of her hole. The room was filled with the noise of my body slamming against her ass, the smell of crazy unbridled passion filled the air and drove me on and on. Melissa felt underneath herself and rubbed my balls at each inward drive of my incessant pile driving thrusts.

"OH yeah, that's it you freak, give me it, ram that cock hard into me, god I love your cock, fuck me hard," she squealed.

I did just as she asked, I'd never fucked her so hard and so fast in all the time we had been married, and for so long. I felt superhuman, charged with the energy from the creamy contents I'd drank from her honey pot.

I felt her spasms and her pussy once again clamp round my cock as another orgasm ripped through Melissa's body. After her orgasm began to subside she collapsed forward, her breasts pushing into the bed and her arms by her side, but I was nowhere near finished. I was ploughing away like a man possessed and even after ten minutes of constant hammer fucking to her body I still wasn't close to shooting another load.

"OH Jesus Christ Andrew, please stop, I cant take no more, please," she whimpered as I continued fucking, ramming myself deep into her very being. I lifted her ass, pulling her legs clear of the bed, still powering away and suddenly must have found a new slightly different angle as I felt my self begin to shoot my spunk deep into her abused pussy.

"Yeah, Yeah, take it all baby, take my spunk in your pussy, Yeah that's it," I yelled out at the top of my voice, as I let her ass drop then fell forward on top of her, crushing her body under my weight. When I was totally drained and once again filled her cunt with my spunk I rolled over and placed my arm over her lower back as she was still trying to get her breath back.




The Cure



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The Cure

Let's call him NSD, his real name would be too long and too unpronounceable for a story like this. NSD was frequently described as a good-looking guy. His black hair was wavy, he had green eyes, good facial bone structure, and a body that he kept in reasonable good shape by working out in the gym, when he could, and getting in a game of squash, when he could. When he could, because he also worked very hard at his job, which involved a lot of travel in the US and Europe and Southeast Asia. Exactly forty years old, NSD was conventionally successful, and was pointed out as one of the guys who would definitely make it pretty high up the ladder, albeit a little slowly.

NSD was married, with two young kids. His wife held down a full time job, was successful at it and had an independent personality of her own. They managed their family life without effort, due to the fortunate circumstance of grandparents who were willing to pitch in and help support the children. This involved living alternately with one set ofs or the other, but both NSD and his wife reached into themselves for the maturity and tolerance that this demanded. 

NSD was proud of her and himself as well for this, because, if the truth be told, NSD was also a pretty idealistic kind of fellow, whose values were decidedly liberal. His face and eyes showed that kind of sensitivity and intelligence, and he had enough of a sense of humor to be able to laugh at himself when the occasion arose. That was why he would rise a little slower up the ladder than the other, more consciously macho jocks who inhabited the industry in which he had chosen to make his profession.

And yet, behind this apparently rosy façade, NSD was unhappy.

He was unhappy because his sex life was going nowhere.

It was going nowhere because NSD, who when younger had been an OK lover, had developed premature ejaculation and didn't know what the hell to do about it. Worse still, this affliction attacked him only when he was with a woman other than his wife. With his wife, it didn't happen so abruptly, but it was no Olympic marathon either with her, let alone a 400 meters sprint.

It hadn't been like that earlier. He'd had a couple of affairs before getting married, discovering in the process that his penis, at seven inches erect, could be accurately described as above average. The first five years of his marital life had left his wife pretty much satisfied. In point of fact, she'd been able to divine his moods from his lovemaking style. "You always make love in a particularly intense kind of way when you're having problems in the office" she once told him. 

Down the line, things had got a little boring, as it does for all married people. Their frequency had dropped, as had either encore performances or the duration of coitus, as an Internet doc had once termed it. And, as a man who had discovered the joys of masturbation via Playboy and Penthouse in his youth, like millions of others around the world, NSD had allowed his mind to wander along the path of fantasy.

So it was, that while inside his wife, NSD would imagine that he was in fact in an incredible fantasy fuck with a blonde, blue eyed, tanned busty goddess with minimal pubic hair, a Sharon Stone look-alike. That would sustain him for a while and than, wham and bam, he'd be done. Once in a night, which more often than not, was less than once a week.

Five years earlier, he'd surprised himself by suggesting to his wife that they watch an erotic film together. To his even greater surprise, she had agreed. That night had been a first in many ways, including the fact that she had mounted him and experienced the joys of abandoned female superiority. It had also been the first time, unfortunately, that he'd lasted less than five minutes, coming as he craned his neck to watch the moaning blonde on the TV screen. A good start, or so he'd thought, but children and grandparents made certain that the experiment was never repeated.

What he needed was real life variety, not just the fantasy thing, he convinced himself. It hadn't been easy to decide to stray, because, after all, NSD was basically a nice guy who still loved his wife and children. He'd finally managed to hook up with a blonde in Amsterdam.

Alas and alack. So overcome was NSD at finally living out his fantasy, coupled with a sick feeling of guilt in his guts, that it was over even as she took him in her mouth as a prelude to the real thing. The look of utter surprise on her face, even as a huge load of semen dribbled down her chin, had been enough to send him scooting. She hadn't been happy about it, and had expressed herself rather eloquently.

From then on, it had been downhill all the way. His experiments had extended to well over a dozen blonde women, some whom he'd had to pay for, and the story had been uniformly the same on each unhappy occasion. The first stroke was followed by the first orgasm, always. With his wife, on the other hand, it lasted longer, but his frustration had eaten into their relationship. They fought much more often, and he had the suspicion that his wife was pretty close to having an affair, if she hadn't done so already. The ugly D word came unbidden more and more often to his mind. He couldn't imagine anything he dreaded more.

NSD had tried a lot of remedies. He had been to doctors, who told him he had to see a psychiatrist. He went to psychiatrists who referred him to sex specialists. They examined him up and down and pronounced him physically in perfect health. The recommendations they made did not sound helpful at all. NSD even went to an 'alternative therapy' practitioner. The 'therapist' had suggested desensitizing himself, and asked him:

"Are you in the habit of fondling your organ in the shower?"

"No, I am not" replied NSD formally and exited the consultation.

Now. NSD had just taken his seat on the airplane. He was flying Kuwait Airlines with a change of flights and a two-hour stopover at Kuwait. Not the best of flight plans, but it had been touch and go in the busy season to manage a ticket. He wondered idly who he would have as his companion in the business class window seat next to his own aisle, but his luck had been lousy always in that respect. Thanks be to the Lord he wasn't traveling coach on a full flight, he thought to himself, as he buried himself in a magazine. He was a little on edge as the flight was already over an hour late because of weather.

"Excuse me". An ever so slightly accented voice interrupted him.

The speaker was a woman. She was tall, her slim figure attired in a dark green printed wraparound skirt that came down to that indeterminate region between the calf and ankle, topped by a white blouse. She was black.

This would be a first for him. He'd never sat next to a black woman before. He rose courteously to his feet and made way for her to go through, noting in the process the quiver of a fine, rounded derriere. He'd never had much of a thing about black women, but he had to admit that she had a great butt.

The engines of the plane started up and then, unexpectedly, the sound died down again. NSD and his co-passenger looked at each other, dismay written identically on both their faces. Her face was oval, he noticed, with high cheekbones and large, luminous black eyes, highlighted by makeup. The eyebrows were nicely arched and shaped, the lips full and beautiful. The dark chocolate brown skin was clear and shiny. The finely crinkled hair was drawn back from her forehead and kept in place at the back with a clip. A stunning woman, he realized.

The inevitable announcement came soon afterwards. There was a 'technical problem' and would the passengers please continue to remain in their seats. "Shit" cursed NSD, and then added with a smile at his companion " Sorry".

She rewarded him with a dazzling smile. He noticed the microscopic crinkles at the corner of her eyes and realized that she was older than he had thought at first. In her mid-thirties, he guessed.

"I'm Monique" she responded after he'd introduced himself.

The 'technical problem' took nearly an hour to fix. They made small talk meanwhile. Monique lived in Amsterdam, he learnt, and was married with one teenage son. She was a banker and was traveling on work. She, too, was booked onwards from Kuwait, but to a different destination. She had an even shorter stopover than he did, a little over an hour. "I guess I'll miss my flight" she said with a rueful smile.

"So will I, most likely" he responded.

During the flight itself little more was said. It was only when they were about to start the descent to Kuwait that the incident occurred.

NSD had turned his head to look out of the window past Monique. As he did so, he noticed that the light from the window was reflecting off her cheekbone. The reflection outlined the clear skin and the shape of the cheek, and NSD was just about to make out the tiniest of hairs at the top edge of the reflection. Till then, NSD had thought she was beautiful, but only in an abstract kind of way. Suddenly he realized that the sight was incredibly erotic, the beautiful cheekbone and shining dark skin of a stunning black woman, and the microscopic movement of the hair giving it life.

He gazed at the edge of her face, completely lost and transfixed. NSD did not immediately realize that he had been staring until his sixth sense made him suddenly start. He looked at her and saw that she had a half-smile on her parted lips, and quiet understanding in her eyes. He gave a quick smile of apology and looked away. 

For the rest of the flight, NSD's mind was in a whirl. How come he had never noticed how beautiful black women were, he thought to himself. He looked covertly at Monique and noticed that her breasts seem to be very well shaped, although not large. She had left one extra button of her blouse open, and he was able to see a hint of cleavage as her breasts rose and fell gently with her breathing. The sight served to inflame him further.

When they landed, he made it a point to let her go ahead of him. He wanted very badly to walk behind her. She did not disappoint him, and the roll and sway of her lush hips and the quiver of the buttocks beneath the skirt made his breath catch in his throat.

When they reached the facilitation desk, they found that all hell had broken loose. Some flights had been cancelled and the affected passengers were stranded till the next day. Both Monique and NSD were in this list. However, the airline announced that it had made arrangements for them to stay at the airport hotel till the next day. NSD was secretly elated, and almost broke into a jig at the prospect of spending more time with Monique. She, on her part, was piqued, but philosophically resigned. 

They sat next to each other on the bus to the airport hotel, on the other side of the tarmac. They joked a little about the airport as they made the tripped, and NSD marveled how much he enjoyed being with her and how much she turned him on. Everything about her was new and sensational, and NSD immersed himself in all of it. Her eyes, her smile, her lips, her nose, her ears, her voice, her body, her very aura and aroma, all of it left NSD entranced and hungry for more.

At the hotel they surrendered their passports and went up to their rooms. NSD's spirits were buoyed even further when he saw that she was just two rooms away on the other side of the corridor. He completed making his telephone calls and switched on the TV. To his fevered imagination, it seemed to NSD that the whole world was conspiring to make his already completely engorged penis burst free of its moorings and rocket into space. There was a Robin Givens movie on one channel and a Vanessa Williams film on another. Every sitcom seemed to have a black actress in it. NSD decided to go down to the lobby and see if he could find a way to cool off.

When he entered the lobby he was more than pleasantly surprised to see Monique there.

"Hi" he said, " I came down to see if I could have a drink or something."

"So did I" she said. "But this is Kuwait. No alcohol allowed."

"Oh" said NSD, disappointed. "I hadn't realized that."

That was bit of bad luck all right. He'd been counting on a drink to help him get places with Monique.

"Come on" she said. "Let's walk around and see if there's anything else we can do."

Monique had changed in some strange way, realized NSD. She seemed to have a glitter in her eyes that hadn't been there before, and there was a firmer set to the jaw. Maybe she had heard some bad news over the telephone, thought NSD.

In fact, NSD was not far off the mark. When Monique had got to her room, she had immediately called her home in Amsterdam. Her teenage son had answered the call, and had told her in an offhand way that his dad had called to say he'd be out of town for a couple of days on work.

Monique had put the phone down with a heavy heart. So he was at it again. She thought he'd strayed a couple of times before, but she didn't think he'd be as blatant as this. Frank was definitely not a nice guy and could be quite cruel at times. His job didn't call for any regular travel. Monique realized that she was increasingly glad to be away from home. At times, staying with a surly husband and surly son in the house seemed just too much to put up with. 

Monique had also come down to the lobby to have a drink and calm her feelings. She had been glad to see NSD, having taken quite a liking to him during the flight. She had not failed to notice that she had aroused him, and thought it flattering, if quite a gas! At least she'd have company for the evening, she suddenly realized. It would be a nice experience to spend it in the company of a man who was attracted to her. Maybe she would flirt with him and get him really charged up, she thought naughtily.

They had crossed over to the other end of the lobby and saw a sign that said "Swimming Pool Open".

"Let's have swim," exclaimed Monique instantly.

"Great idea" said NSD enthusiastically. "I've got a pair of swimming trunks in my room"

"My outfit's upstairs also" said Monique. "Let's go."

"See you soon at the pool." said Monique as she unlocked her room.

NSD quickly put on his trunks and went downstairs to the pool. He finished his shower and emerged to find that Monique had not yet put in an appearance. He dived in and had completed one lap when he looked up to see Monique walking out from the showers towards the pool.

She was dressed in a cream colored bikini that contrasted and set off the deep brown of her skin. Her figure was breathtaking. The breasts were high and firm, not huge but just large enough to reveal a deep cleavage. Her tummy was just so slightly rounded and the hips lush and rounded. Her butt was a sight to behold, and NSD thought he had never seen anything so sexy. He thought to himself, now I know why J Lo is such a hot media number. Her legs were long and shapely, with the muscles showing enough to hint at strength and regular workouts. But it was her skin that set his blood pounding. Dark chocolate brown and shiny, her color wiped out everything else from his mind.

"Like what you see?" she grinned at him.

"You're stunningly beautiful, do you know that," said NSD.

She laughed at that and dived cleanly into the pool.

They spent almost an hour in the pool; finally relaxing on the side with a couple of mixed fruit drinks. He was comfortable with her now, but still aroused. He'd had to squirm and cross his legs a couple of times to hide his rising erection. He wondered whether he had embarrassed her in the process, but if he had, she gave no indication.

In fact, Monique had and it had excited her strangely. Perhaps it was the fact that she was away from everything with time to kill, but this handsome Indian stranger had turned her on, she had to admit to herself. She had stolen a sidelong look at his crotch, and had seen the stirring erection clearly. She wondered what he would be like as a lover. Maybe it would be nice to take him in her mouth, she thought wickedly. The thought started a delightful itch between her legs.

He had been looking at her and noticed her parted lips and quickened breath. She sensed his glance and turned her luminous eyes on his.

"Let's go," she said.

He nodded wordlessly and got up to take a shower and dress.

When he emerged she was waiting for him, a smile on her parted lips. She didn't say anything but took his hand and started walking with him towards the elevators. NSD felt his heart pounding as they reached the elevators. 

He wanted to kiss her but there were a couple of other people in the elevator. They rode up in silence and at last were alone with each other as they stepped out on their floor. NSD's room was the second on the left. Her room was two rooms down.

NSD didn't hesitate. He turned towards her even as they walked and put his arm round her waist. He pulled her towards him and she came unresistingly. His lips fastened on hers and their bodies came together. He felt her lips open and her tongue reach out to his. Her thigh came up between his legs and pushed against his erection. 

To NSD, it seemed as though another being had taken hold of his body. The feel of his lips against his was the most passionate experience he had ever had. They were fuller than any he had kissed before and seemed to draw him right down into her body. The feel of her skin around his neck was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had not imagined it was possible to actually 'feel' a color; yet that is what it was felt like. He was actually feeling her dark brown chocolate color and it seemed to him that something in the depths of his genes had wanted it for a long time.

He had a confused impression of somehow getting his door open and both of them stumbling into the room, tearing off their clothes as they made their way towards the bed. And finally she was naked along with her on the bed and running his hands all over her body.

Her breasts were firm and pneumatic. The large black aureoles and black nipples, already engorged, made NSD gasp. He ran his hand over her hips and grasped the swelling buttock. He squeezed it and was rewarded with a gasp from Monique. His hand curved over her buttock and made its way down the back of her thighs.

The bedside light was on and some light came in through the drawn curtains; it was still early evening. NSD kissed her earlobes and licked the inside of her ear. She shivered with pleasure. He kissed his way down to her breasts and took her black nipple in his mouth. Her back arched and she pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple and felt it stiffen even more. He opened his mouth and tried to take in as much of her breast as possible. His hand came round her thigh and parted her legs. He stroked his way upwards, finally cupping his palm over her lush bush.

He ran a finger up the opening of her cunt and she arched her back again and moaned. He caressed the lips of her cunt, inserting one finger very slowly. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight. He finger fucked her with increasing speed and her body started to shudder.

NSD was out of control now and only later did he remember what he did. His lips snaked down her body, hungrily licking her skin and belly button on the way. He twisted round in the bed; his finger still inserted in her cunt, and pushed his head between her legs. Her legs parted immediately and his lips were soon able to fasten on her clitoris. 




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He was able to suck on her clitoris now and his finger was still fucking her cunt. Moaning was gasping and moaning continuously now, and her body was beginning to shake. He let his tongue start to flick against her clitoris and her body started to go crazy. He rammed his finger faster and faster now, even as his tongue gave her clitoris a tongue-lashing. All at once her legs clamped around his head as her orgasm burst through her body.

He lay still for a moment and withdrew his finger, knowing that her vagina and clitoris would be hypersensitive by now. But it was her turn now, and she wasn't finished with him. She rolled over and got on top of him. Her lips fastened on the head of his rampant penis, and he lay back with a gasp of contentment.

She adjusted her position so that her ass was straddling his face. In the dim light he could make out the pink inside of her cunt and the contrast with the dark color of her skin was hotter than he had imagined possible. He lifted his head and began licking greedily at her cunt. 

Monique was licking the rim of his cock, flicking her tongue once in a while against the orifice. She would lick him down the length of his penis, take him briefly into her mouth, and then resume licking him again. But NSD's attention was completely on her cunt and clitoris and its taste and aroma. He was so passionately involved in what he was doing that he didn't even realize he hadn't come yet.

Monique was fast approaching her second orgasm and she was sucking his cock now faster and faster. It was as hard as anything she had ever experienced and felt like it fitted her mouth just right. His tongue seemed to have the life of a devil, however, and she felt on fire down there. She felt the onset of her second orgasm and withdrew her mouth from NSD's cock as her orgasm blasted through her body. Her thighs were clamped in a vice like grip around NSD's head, but he didn't seem to notice.

Now NSD's body took over. He rolled her over and positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He entered her slowly and felt her thighs part even more to accommodate him. Then her legs came up and grasped him around his back and he began to move in and out of her. Her hands came down and grasped the cheeks of his ass, pulling him deeper into her. He felt her breasts mash against his chest and their erect nipples try to burn holes in his chest. And again, he had the incredible sensation of actually 'feeling' her color. 

He was ramming her cunt faster and faster, and his cock felt as though it wanted to reach right into the depths of her being. All of a sudden she swung her legs down and pushed his body to one side and then straddled him. Now she was in control, and he felt the incredible sensation of her cunt squeezing and letting go his cock as she rode him. He squeezed her nipples and breasts as she fucked him faster and faster. She came for the third time, flinging her head and body back as her she came, sinking back against him as the orgasm subsided.

NSD hadn't finished with her yet. His body had to fuck her from her rear, had to feel her gorgeous ass against him. He grasped her by her midriff and turned her over and rammed home his cock into her cunt. Her buttocks started to bounce back against his belly as she responded to each thrust of his. Her cunt seemed to have a life of its own, twisting and squeezing his cock with each of his movements.

At last, NSD felt his body go over the edge. His orgasm built up and he threw his head back and tried to keep from screaming as he rammed her with everything he had. She had felt it too and her body was building up for the fourth of her orgasms.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Don't stop. Fuck me" she was gasping now.

NSD's cock seemed to fill her cunt even more all at once. Then she felt it shudder and the hot stream hit the back of her cunt and fill her insides. NSD was lost by now and he was conscious only of his cock, as it seemed to shoot forth all the juice that had ever been stored in his balls. He took a long time to slow down his strokes and come to a stop, and his penis was still semi rigid when he withdrew it from Monique's silken sheath.

They cuddled on the bed, drenched in sweat. Monique pillowed her head on his chest, and he strokes the globes of her ass and caressed her back.

He looked to one side and realized there was no light from the curtains any longer. It was quiet darkness now outside. He looked at the clock on the bedside table.

Monique had raised herself on one elbow at his movements.

"We've been fucking for over an hour," she said. "Are you always as passionate as this?"

NSD thought about that and felt his penis stir again. His chuckle came out spontaneously.

"What's so funny?" she demanded.

"I'll tell you later" he responded as her pulled her head down and kissed her again. He thought to himself, it's taken me a long time, but I finally understood that reality always beats the hell out of fantasy.

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"May I help you?"

My heart stops, my spine tingles and my body courses with heat at the sound of her voice. I slowly look up - into the eyes of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I open my mouth to speak but couldn't. Understanding lights her eyes and she smiles. Her smile is angelic and the understanding in her eyes is replaced with pure hypnotic and devilish mischief. She takes my breath away. Long, thick, silky soft, blonde hair; incredible deep blue-green eyes; full, luscious lips. Her body is hidden behind the counter and her over-sized white lab coat but it doesn't matter. I knew she was special - the one I had hoped would come along for a very, very, very long time. I didn't know, however, that she would ease my aching desires so quickly nor introduce me to such delicious pleasures.

"You must be Melanie, our 4:30 appointment. I'm Emma, Dr. Angie Lockheart's assistant. Please, come with me and I'll get you started."

She comes out from behind the counter, places her hand lightly on my shoulder and guides me forward. I tremble at her touch, I burn where she touches. I am still unable to speak, just nod and let her lead me. I would have followed her anywhere and she knew it. She leads me down a long hallway; through the last door into a room that is like nothing I have ever seen in a doctor's office before. The lighting is dim, the smell of musk and vanilla fill my senses, and the exam table is as big as a queen-sized bed - no paper sheets but deep purple, satin sheets and pillows. I turn to face Emma. She has been right behind me and places a finger on my lips.

"Dr. Lockheart or Angie, as she'll want you to call her, and I am here to take care of you. There's nothing to worry about nor be afraid of. We're very experienced, committed and love this part of our job. All we ask for is your trust and we guarantee the ease of your ache. No words need to be spoken, just nod your head if you are prepared to place yourself in our care."

I begin nodding my head before she finishes speaking. She looks deep into my eyes and nods her own head. She keeps her eyes on mine and begins to slowly, lightly, softly trace my lips with her finger. She leans forward and kisses me...a butterfly kiss...looks up into my eyes again and with a slight giggle, leans in and begins to trace my lips with her tongue. I am mesmerized, can think of nothing but her lips and tongue and what they were doing to me and what they would do to me. Suddenly, her lips are gone from mine as she steps back a bit. She removes the band holding her hair back...runs her fingers through her hair. She unbuttons then removes her lab coat. I gasp in surprise and pure pleasure at her total nakedness. She is a Goddess. She is perfect. She is pure woman through and through. I want to touch her but am afraid. Would she disappear and I wake up to find this had all been a dream? She steps closer and reaches for my hand...molds my hand to her breast...presses her breast into my hand. I moan. It is incredible.

Emma kisses me then moves behind me...nuzzles my neck through my hair...reaches around, pulls my blouse from my jeans, unbuttons my blouse then removes it, unzips my jeans and slide them down and over my shoes. I stand in front of her dressed in nothing but my bra, panties and heels. She reaches out and through my lacey bra, lightly flicks my very erect nipple with her nail...pulls me close to her, body to body and devours my mouth with her lips and tongue...her bare crotch grinds into my panty covered crotch...she reaches around me and unhooks my bra, lets it fall to the floor...bends down, flicks, tongues, licks, suck my nipples...runs her hands down my hips as she kneels on the floor...pushes her face into my crotch...licks my pussy through my panties...finds my clit and presses it hard with her tongue...her fingers cupping then caressing my pussy.

I explode with an orgasm so powerful and intense and wonderful and damn near pass out. I am weak and trembling and start to cry. Emma stands up and embraces me, holds me, soothing me then guides me over to the 'exam table' and lays me down. She joins me and gathers me once again into her arms, stroking and kissing my hair and lets me absorb what had just happened.

My heart rate returns to normal, the trembling subsides and my breath returns. I feel capable of speaking and open my mouth to do so. Emma stops me by drawing my face down to her breast and putting her nipple into my mouth. I gladly give in to her wishes and taste, for the first time, a woman's nipple and breast. I lick and mouth and suck her as she had done me. How had I lived so long without knowing this yummy pleasure?

Emma purrs as I make love to her breasts. She begins to pump her hips against my waist, slowly at first then faster and faster...harder and harder. She pulls me up, turns me over and stretches her body on top of mine. She grinds her crotch into mine. Faster and faster...harder and harder. We kiss...she nibbles at my neck...she sucks my tongue into her mouth...suddenly, she raises up on her knees, grabs my panties with her fist and rips them off...doves head first into my crotch and laps at my soaking wet pussy with her tongue...she opens my pussy lips with her fingers...she blows on my clit...kisses my clit...licks my clit...sucks on my clit...sticks one, two, three fingers inside my pussy. Suddenly, I feel hands on my breasts and look up to see another naked, drop-dead beautiful woman smiling down at me.

"Hello, Melanie. I'm Angie and I'm here to help Emma take care of you."

She straddles my head and pushes her pussy into my face. I go wild. I lick and suck and gobble her pussy. I buck into Emma as she licks and sucks and gobbles and fingers my clit and pussy. Angie sticks a finger in her mouth then reaches under me and sticks her wet finger in my ass. This time I do pass out from the unbelievable intensity of my orgasm.

When I come to, I'm lying in between Emma and Angie. Emma is bathing my face with a cool, wet cloth and Angie is murmuring soothing, sweet nothings to me. I think I died and went to heaven. I try to speak but can't so I just smile at both of them and they smile back. I think my healing session is complete but I am wrong...very, very wrong.

As if one, Emma and Angie both get up and turn to each other. They kiss. They turn to me and both hold out a hand to me. I take a hand in each of mine and they pull me into their embrace. We sway together for a short time then Emma leads me over to a recliner type chair and gently pushes me down into it. The chair has stirrups instead of a footrest. The pockets on the side of the chair are filled with toys - some battery operated, some not - but all very interesting. While I check out the toys, Emma and Angie return to the 'exam table' and are lying at opposite ends of each other. Emma is stroking Angie's pussy and Angie is stroking Emma's pussy. They are both watching me. I can do nothing but stare at them and appreciate their perfection. They smile at me then at each other.

Angie straddles Emma and they began licking and tasting and sucking each other's pussy. What a beautiful, awesome, delicious, wonderful sight to see. Once more, I was spellbound. I feet my pussy getting warm and wet. Without really noticing, I push the recliner back, put my legs in the stirrups and began to lightly rub my clit. My eyes begin to close as my desire mounts. Suddenly, just as before, I feet hands on my breasts. I open my eyes to find yet another Goddess of a woman leaning over me and smiling.

"Hello, Melanie. I'm Olivia and I'm here to help Emma and Angie take care of you."

She then took my nipple into her mouth. I knew then and there that I had died and gone to heaven. I was being licked and sucked by a beauty and enjoying the sight of two beauties licking and sucking each other. Yes, I had most definitely died and gone to heaven.

Olivia leaves my breasts, comes around to the front of me and bends over to kiss me on the forehead. Her breasts are level with my mouth so I lightly grab her nipple with my teeth and begin to tongue then lick then suck it. She pushes her breasts hard into my face for just a moment then kneels down...spreads my legs apart...lightly grabs my clit with her teeth...she licks...she sucks...she nibbles...she strokes her clit.

Emma and Angie are watching Olivia and me. They are fingering each other as Olivia continues to ravage my pussy. Emma gets up, walks over to the chair and reaches into one of the pockets. She pulls out several toys: a double dildo, a clit vibrator, an ass plug and a strap-on. She returns to Angie, flips her over, grabs her hips, pulls her up until her ass is in the air, spreads her ass cheeks and begins to lick her ass hole. Angie reaches for the clit vibrator, turns it on then turns it on herself...Emma, still licking Angie's ass hole, begins fingering herself.

I had to do more than just receive and watch. Olivia feels the same. She gets to her feet, grabs me by the arm and we join Emma and Angie. Olivia lays down in front of Angie...spreads her legs...pushes her pussy against Angie's face...Angie licks and sucks Olivia's pussy. They are all moaning and groaning and I must join them. I kneel behind Emma...spread her ass cheeks...begin licking her ass hole...her pussy...her ass hole...rubbing my clit...I grab the ass plug and ease it into Emma's ass hole.

The groaning and moaning by all of us are getting louder and louder. I believe the end of our daisy chain was near but I am wrong...again. Emma moves away from me and stands up. Angie turns over then continues to eat Olivia's pussy...Olivia grabs the clit vibrator and uses it on herself...Emma lays down with her pussy close to Angie's pussy, grabs the double dildo, sticks one end into Angie's pussy and one into her pussy. Emma pulls me closer to her...bends my face to her breasts...spreads my legs so I am straddling her face...licks and sucks my clit and pussy. I suddenly feel my ass cheeks being spread apart. I turn to find yet another Goddess kneeling behind me.

"Hello, Melanie. I'm Isabelle and I'm here to help Emma, Angie and Olivia take care of you."

Isabelle spreads my ass cheeks farther apart...licks my ass hole...Emma licks and sucks my pussy...Emma and Angie fuck each other with the double dildo...Angie licks and sucks Olivia's pussy...Isabelle replaces her tongue in my ass with the ass plug...in and out...in and out...Emma still at my pussy...Isabelle leans over...grabs the strap on...puts in on...removes the ass plug from my ass...rubs my ass hole with the tip of her 'cock'...rubs and rubs and rubs...gently, slowly, bit by bit, inserting her 'cock' into my ass hole...in and out...in and out...all the way in...all the way out...Isabelle fucks my ass hole...Emma eats my pussy...I lick and suck Emma's breasts...Emma and Angie fuck each other...Angie eats Olivia's pussy...Olivia vibrates her own clit.

Our orgasms were incredible and loud and explosive and never, ever to be forgotten. I am glad to say that my ache has been cured but now I suffer from addiction to Emma, Angie, Olivia and Isabelle!!



The Cure



It was after midnight and I was sprawled on the couch watching TV. The lights were off and I had the sound down so I wouldn't disturb my younger sister or my mom. I was half asleep myself and idly scratching my nuts through the baggy gym shorts I was wearing when I heard my sister Carol's voice from the darkness.

"Robbie," she whispered.

I grunted in response, not even bothering to look up.

"Something's wrong," she answered.

I thought she must be sick or something. "What's the matter?"

That's when she stepped into the light of the TV. I was stunned to see that she was stark naked. Carol's 18 and in excellent shape. She's tall, 5'10", and athletic; curvaceous in a fit way. She's sleek and strong, with an animal-like sexuality. Her legs look like they go on forever and have more definition than most girls'. Her stomach is flat with just a hint of a six-pack; sexy but not freakish. Her firm tits stand straight out from her lean body. I've checked her bra in the hamper so I know she's a 36C. Her figure is a perfect hourglass. She's got the personality to go with it. She's confident without being cocky. She's popular in school but doesn't strut around like she owns the place. Even the other girls like her, something that doesn't always happen to pretty girls.

"I feel like I'm on fire," she groaned.

I bolted upright as she stepped toward me and put one knee on the couch. "I need you to fuck me," she whispered as she reached for my cock. I'd never heard my little sister say, 'fuck.' She wasn't trying to entice or seduce me. There wasn't anything subtle about this. "I've been fucking myself with my vibrator for hours and it's not helping." She grabbed my stiffening cock through my shorts and squeezed it.

"I'll jerk you off or give you a blowjob or whatever you want later, but right now I just need you to fuck me." She had a crazed look in her eyes. My reaction was a cross between astonishment and lust with just a little bit of fear thrown in as she straddled me and pressed her tits against my chest. I'd caught glimpses of her bolting from the bathroom to her bedroom wrapped in a too-short towel. An occasional peak of cleavage or flash of thigh was all I ever saw but it was enough to fuel my masturbatory fantasies. I'd certainly never seen her like this; naked and asking to be fucked.

"Please," she begged, breathlessly. "You have to fuck me right now. I feel like I'm going to die." She pushed herself off the couch and grabbed my shorts with both hands, almost ripping them off me. She grunted as she pushed them down my legs and climbed on top of me, again stroking my cock, this time rubbing it against her wet slit. "I promise I'll make it good for you," she breathed, humping against me. "I'll fuck you good, baby." Even with her unexpected attack, the sight and feel of my naked sister was enough to make Mr. Eveready spring to life. She pressed the head of my cock into her cunt and drove herself against it. I thought she was going to hurt at least one if not both of us as she pounded herself down on my rock-hard dick.

I had gone from bored disinterest to fucking my sexy sister in less than a minute. The whole scene was surreal. There hadn't been any foreplay, or even any necking. One minute I was watching reruns and the next my sister had her tongue down my throat and was fucking my brains out. Her pussy was oozing before I ever got close to it. I don't know what had her so worked up but she was on the verge of orgasm before I ever touched her.

"Yeah," she grunted. "That's it, baby. Give it to me. Give Carol all that hard cock." She rocked against me, pushing me back on the couch as she drove her tongue into my mouth. "Fuck me good, baby," she said in a louder voice as her passion climbed. "Yeah," she almost shouted. "Fuck me, Robbie. Fuck me." She threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm bolted through her.

"Quiet," I hissed. I took advantage of the moment and grabbed her hips, pulling her juicy crotch back and forth on my cock. "You'll wake Mom."

She bounced wildly, pulling herself almost completely off my cock before slamming down on it again. I was lost in the sensations my frenzied sister was giving me. Her wild fuck had her blonde hair flying and her tits bouncing in my face. I was struggling to keep up with her. I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate. I felt my own orgasm building and groaned. "Carol, I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah, baby. Give it to me. Shoot that hot cum in my pussy, Robbie. Fuck your sister and cum in her cunt," Carol answered in a loud voice.

Just as the first rope of semen shot deep in my sister's belly, the overhead light snapped on.

Carol's orgasm erupted and she collapsed on top of me, humping wildly so I couldn't see our mom standing there but I heard her gasp, "Oh my God."

I expected all hell to break loose when she saw Carol impaled on my cock and bucking like a madwoman. There was no stopping my orgasm at that point. I tried to push Carol off but she wrapped her arms around me as she shuddered on top of me. I sprayed two or three more shots into her before she went limp. My moment of ecstasy was tinged with blind panic in anticipation of my mother's complete freak out.

Instead of screaming, Mom rushed to Carol's side and knelt behind her. "That's it, baby," she whispered, stroking her hair. "Ride it out. Don't fight it. Just let it happen."

Carol rolled off of me and fell backwards against Mom, her legs splayed. Mom wrapped her arms around her and cooed, "That's it, baby. You'll be all right." I lay there with my cock still throbbing between my legs as my mother tried to comfort my sobbing sister. Only then did I realize that Mom was also naked.

Carol took only a few seconds to catch her breath before she stabbed one hand between her legs and started stroking her bald pussy furiously.

"Mom," she wailed. "It won't stop." She plunged two fingers into her gaping hole. "What's wrong with me?"

Mom pushed Carol off of her and laid her gently back against the arm rest. "Robbie, get up," she ordered. I pushed myself off the couch as mom positioned herself between Carol's legs. She put her hand on her daughter's pussy and began stroking it lightly. "You'll be okay, baby," she whispered as she dragged her fingers back and forth across Carol's bald snatch.

Mom looked quickly up at me. "Robbie, stick your cock in her mouth," she said with a nod. She lowered her lips to Carol's pussy and began licking it. Carol groaned and clawed at her tits.

"Oh, God, Mom," she gasped. "Lick it, Mommy. Lick my pussy for me."

I stood there stunned as my mom went down on my sister. Mom noticed and snapped at me. "Robbie. Do as I told you. Stick your cock in her mouth."

"Mom," I gasped.

"Do you love your sister" she asked urgently as she tickled Carol's clit.

"Yes," I answered, completely lost in the situation.

"Then stick your dick in her mouth."

I stepped toward Carol who was making gurgling sounds. She grabbed my cock and sucked it into her mouth like a kitten at its mother's nipple. She acted like it was an oxygen tube and she had to suck it to stay alive. She moaned and slobbered as she gulped it down her throat.

Mom went back to licking her cunt while playing with her clit. "Play with her tits," she ordered between laps. "We have to keep her up."

I love my sister and obey my mom so I took one of Carol's stiff nipples between my fingers and twisted it. Carol squealed and sucked even harder at my stiffening cock.

"She's overloaded," Mom panted. "We have to keep her going until we break the circuit and she crashes." She again stuck her tongue in her daughter's pussy. "Talk dirty to her. Tell her what you want to do to her and cum in her mouth if you can."

Mom went back to focusing on Carol's gaping pussy while I stood there stupidly. I didn't know how to respond.

"For God's sake," Mom snapped. "Tell her you want to fuck her." She looked up at Carol. "Do you want Robbie to fuck you, honey?" Carol grunted around my cock. "Do you want Mommy to lick your pussy?" Carol groaned.

"Are you going to cum for me?" Mom asked gently as she stuck two fingers in Carol's pussy. She nodded as she began pistoning my cock in and out of her mouth.

"Fuck my mouth, Robbie," Carol gasped. "Fuck my mouth and cum for me, baby. I want you to cum in my mouth." She stroked her fist up and down my dripping cock.

"Don't you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked. "Please, Robbie. I need you to shoot off for me. Do you want to cum on my face?" She stroked faster. "Cum on my face Robbie. Shoot your hot cum all over your slutty little sister."

Mom's mouth was locked on Carol's cunt. Her tongue was lashing from side to side and Carol's shaved snatch was shiny with her juices and mom's saliva. "That's it, baby," she cooed. "Cum for me. Cum in Mommy's mouth," she gurgled.

Carol felt me stiffen. "That's it, Robbie. Cum for me. Cum all over me, baby. Cum for your hot little sister." My cock jumped as the first rope of cum shot out and landed on Carol's cheek. She screamed as her orgasm exploded. She stopped stroking me but I didn't stop cumming. I shot two more strands across her tits as she fell back in a dead faint.

I saw Mom relax as Carol passed out. She laid her head on Carol's stomach and took a moment to catch her breath before she sat up. She had the same wild look Carol had had earlier. "That should do it," she breathed. "She should be okay now." She sat back and sighed, ignoring the fact that all three of us were nude. After a few seconds she looked up at me and smiled in a tired way. "Quite a night, huh?"

I could only nod. Mom chuckled and pushed herself to her feet. "Help me get her to my bed and then you better get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a big day."

I couldn't help ogling my mom as we carried Carol up the stairs. Her tits were bigger than my sister's and not as firm. They were still shapely and beautiful but didn't stick straight out the way Carol's did. Mom didn't do anything to try to conceal them from me. I noticed her pussy was neatly trimmed; not bald like Carol's but definitely sculpted. There weren't any dimples in her ass and I was willing to bet she and Carol wore the same size jeans. Mom isn't as tall as my sister but just as striking. Carol got her blonde hair from Mom although Mom wears hers shorter, in a more mature style.

If I hadn't just cum twice in the last 15 minutes I'd have gotten a raging hard on at the sight of her. I couldn't prove it but I think she might have been checking out my cock as we carried Carol upstairs.

We got Carol into Mom's bed and Mom climbed in with her without bothering to put on a nightgown. "We'll talk in the morning," she said as she reached for the light. "Try to get some sleep. Everything's going to be all right."

I couldn't imagine how everything was going to be all right after I had just fucked my sister and seen my mother licking her pussy. I went to bed but I can't say I slept. I spent most of the night reliving the scene from the living room and jerking off three times. It occurred to me sometime during the night that Mom might have been tasting my cum while she was licking Carol's pussy. I was exhausted by morning when Mom knocked on my door.

"Get up, Lazybones," she laughed. "Breakfast is ready." At least she sounded like the same old Mom.

I didn't know what to expect as I staggered into the kitchen in shorts and a tee shirt. Mom and Carol were both there dressed in bathrobes. Carol avoided my glance but Mom greeted me with a smile. "Morning," she chirped. I took my usual seat at the breakfast table opposite my sister.

Mom put a cup of coffee in front of me and took her seat. "OK," she said simply. "Here's what we're not going to do." She took a sip of her coffee and smiled at both of us. "We're not going to freak out. We're not going to tiptoe around the house avoiding each other. We're not going to pretend nothing happened. And we're not going spend the rest of our lives being embarrassed. All right?"

She looked pointedly at me and then Carol until we both nodded our agreement.

"OK." She took a deep breath and another sip of coffee. "All right. First of all, what happened last night was my fault. Neither one of you needs to feel like you did anything wrong. I'm the adult here. I should have handled the situation. I had all the warning signs but I didn't do anything about it." She shrugged resignedly. "I guess I was in denial. I didn't want to believe what my eyes were telling me."

"What happened to me," Carol muttered. "It was like I couldn't control myself." She glanced at me and then looked quickly down again.

"It wasn't your fault, honey," Mom answered. "It was mine. I should have seen it coming and helped you prepare for it."

I took a sip of my coffee more to moisten my dry throat than anything else.

"Have either one of you ever heard of nymphomania?"

Carol gave her a blank look and I nodded that I had. "What do you know about it," Mom asked me.

I was embarrassed that I knew anything about the topic. I wasn't even sure if what I "knew" was really fact or just urban legend. "It's when a woman can't be sexually satisfied," I mumbled.

"That's close," Mom answered. "It's not that a woman with nymphomania can't be sexually satisfied. They can have a wonderful sex life. It's just that they have a hyperactive sex drive. A nymphomaniac needs much more sex than other women." She sat her coffee down. "That's an important point. It's not just that women with nymphomania want more sex. They need it. It's more than just being horny. It's a physical compulsion. They can't just decide not to have sex. It's like you just deciding not to breathe."

I glanced from Mom to Carol. Locker room talk was that all nymphomaniacs are sluts. I wasn't ready to lump my mother and sister into that category.

"When I was young people didn't talk about that sort of thing," Mom sighed. "So, when I started developing and feeling that compulsion, nobody told me how to deal with it. They just said I was boy crazy. The next thing anyone knew, I had two kids." She smiled and patted both of us on the hand. "Two wonderful kids," she added.

"Your grandparents didn't know how to deal with me. My mother took me to the doctor and his only advice was to have my tubes tied. No one knew how to deal with my sex drive but at least they could keep me from having babies. So that's what they did. I was 16.

"Since then, there's a lot more known about nymphomania and how to deal with it." She looked sympathetically at Carol and held her hand. "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have let you get in the state you were in last night. I'm afraid you've inherited my affliction and you're going to have to learn how to handle it." Carol looked up at her and finally smiled, happy to know that she wasn't going insane. Then she looked at me.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Sure," I answered, with typical big brother bravado. I was glad to hear everything was going to be okay but disappointed to realize Carol's sexual frenzy was only a one-time thing. I could easily get used to having a hot-blooded hard body in the house.

"Good," Mom added. "Because this involves you too."

"Me?" I thought my role was going to be to keep my mouth shut and let the women of the family deal with the situation.

"Yes, you," Mom answered. "This isn't going to go away. It's something I've learned to control and something Carol's going to have to learn how to control. I'm counting on you to help her."

"What can I do?"

"I want you to keep having sex with her," Mom answered.

Both Carol and I just stared at her. It took us a few seconds to recover before we both exploded. "What?" we both almost yelled.

"It's the simplest way," she answered with a shrug. She turned to Carol. "This isn't going to go away. You still feel it now, don't you?"

Carol lowered her eyes and nodded. "The urge isn't as strong as it was last night but it's still there," Mom explained. "And it's going to always be there. You just need to learn how to handle it. The best way to keep it under control is to not let it build up like it did last night. That was my fault. Now I'm going to help you learn how to control it."

She turned back to me. "The only way Carol's going to be able to keep her urges under control is with a steady diet of sex. She's going to need it everyday, usually more than once a day. I'm willing to bet the reason she went over the edge last night was because she hasn't had any sex lately." She turned to my sister. "Is that right?"

Carol nodded sheepishly. "Dave and I broke up about a week ago."

Turning back to me, Mom made her point. "So last night's overload was after only a week. The longer she goes without sex, the harder it's going to be for her to control herself and the harder she's going to be to satisfy. If she doesn't keep a lid on things she's not going to be able to control herself. She'll look for sex anywhere she can find it, with anyone."

She looked down at her coffee. "Trust me. I know."

I couldn't respond. What was I supposed to say? My mom was basically ordering me to fuck my hot sister as often as I could. Life is good. For her part, I wasn't hearing Carol saying no. I looked at her. She had her eyes lowered. "Carol?" I asked.

"I don't think I can," she muttered. "I'm so embarrassed." She turned to Mom. "You can't really be serious, can you? You really want me to have sex with my brother?"

"There are a lot of diseases out there and a lot of people I don't trust. I'd rather you were having sex with Robbie than some stranger. This doesn't have to be some sort of tragedy," Mom answered. "Sex should be enjoyable. There's no use being embarrassed or coy or sneaking around and trying to hide what's going on. I think it would be a whole lot healthier to have it out in the open where no one has to feel guilty or left out."

I wasn't sure I understood what Mom meant by anyone feeling left out but didn't think it was the time to ask a lot of questions.

She pushed herself to her feet. "We're not going to settle this this morning. It's going to take some time. Let's just go about our usual routine and we'll see how things go. Okay?"

Carol and I both nodded. My sister still wouldn't look at me. Mom smiled at me as Carol left the kitchen. I heard the door to her room close a few seconds later. Mom ran her hand through my hair. "Give her a little time," she said with a smile. "She doesn't believe me yet."

I only had one class that day so I was already home by the time Carol got back from school. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but that didn't keep me from having a raging hard on anticipating her arrival. A quick "hi" was all I got as she almost ran upstairs to her room and closed the door.

Mom got home from work a couple of hours later. Neither one of us mentioned what had happened the night before. Carol didn't come down for dinner and we ate in near silence. Casual conversation was difficult knowing that my sister was in her room battling her demons.

We tried to keep things normal by watching TV but neither one of us was really into it and kept glancing toward the stairs, hoping Carol would come down. She never did. Finally, we went to bed, still concerned over my sister.

My first surprise came about an hour later when there was a tap at my door. The second was when my mom opened it and came into my room. I was in bed, trying to read when she came in. I was wearing the same shorts I'd worn the night before. I have to admit, I wore them because they reminded me of what happened. The third surprise was what Mom was wearing.

She's never worn anything even slightly sexy around the house. She always sleeps in a nightgown but never anything revealing; usually something long and flannel. I didn't even think she owned anything like what she was now wearing.




The Cure



It was black, slinky and short, barely reaching her hips. It was split up the front revealing the matching bikini panties. There was a bow between her breasts that appeared to be the only thing holding it together. The straps over her shoulders were like strings and I could see that one of them had fallen down. The cups were just sheer enough that I could see her stiff nipples through the fabric. The gown must have been wired or something because it squeezed her breasts together creating a deep cleavage. The panties were lacy and low cut. They fit her perfectly. There weren't any bulges anywhere. They made her legs look even longer and the opening of the gown enhanced her flat stomach.

"Want to talk?" she asked softly.

She didn't make any move toward the bed until I said, "Okay."

She smiled as she walked over and sat down on the edge. "I tried to talk to Carol," she said. "But she doesn't want to talk to anyone right now." She patted my leg. "Don't worry. She'll be all right. She just needs some time to adjust to everything." She smiled sympathetically. "How about you?" she asked. "Are you okay?"

There was no way to hide my stiffening cock. After seeing my mother naked last night and now in a nightgown that would give a dead man a hard on there was no point in trying to deny it. "I guess," I answered, meekly. "I'm just kind of confused and worried about Carol."

"I know," Mom answered. "It's a big adjustment. I just want you to know I appreciate what you're doing." She hesitated and then chuckled. "Or what you're going to do."

I tried my best to smile at her attempt to lighten things up but was too nervous and too curious about what she was up to.

"You were a big help last night," she said. "I'm not sure what would have happened if you hadn't been there." All I could do was shrug. "You were there for your sister when she needed you."

I didn't think it would be right to tell my mom that I'd be glad to fuck my sister anytime she needed it.

"Do you want to help me too?" she asked softly.

"Sure," I answered. It never occurred to me that she meant in a sexual way. "What do you need me to do?"

Mom lowered her eyes and then looked up at me demurely. "Do you like my gown?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "I've never seen you wear anything like that."

She toyed with the hem of the gown. "I have lots of gowns like this; other things too; sexy things. I haven't worn them in a long time. It wasn't a good idea."

"Why not?"

"You remember this morning when I said I had learned to keep my urges under control?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that doesn't mean it's easy. When I saw you and Carol last night and when I did what I did to help her, it sort of brought a lot of things back to the surface that I had been keeping suppressed."

The memory of Mom licking Carol's pussy wasn't far from the top of my mind. I didn't have any trouble recalling it. "Okay," I answered, dumbly.

"I haven't let myself feel sexy in a long time. I have to keep my sex drive under control all the time. I can't let myself go. It's like not letting yourself laugh. You want to but you know you can't or you won't be able to stop.

"Wearing lingerie like this just gets me worked up. I've always liked wearing sexy things but I haven't let myself. Wearing sexy things makes me feel pretty. It reminds me of things I used to do, how much fun I used to have. I haven't allowed myself to feel that way in a long time."

"You're very pretty," I answered honestly. "I have the prettiest mom in the world."

Mom moved her hand higher on my leg. "You're so sweet," she whispered. "I haven't seen a naked man in a long time either. And last night when you let Carol suck you, you looked so sexy..." Mom hesitated. "I was just wondering if you'd let me do that too.

"You don't have to," she added quickly. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I just thought you might like it if... well, I thought you might like it if Mommy sucked you too."

"Really?" I squeaked.

"I'd really like to. I'd like to be able to let myself go and have fun again."

"Sure," I mumbled. "I suppose."

Her smile brightened as she brought her legs up on the bed and moved her hand to the waistband of my shorts. She leaned into me, pressing her tits against my shoulder.

"You're such a sweetheart," she breathed as she brought her lips to my ear. She kissed the edge and exhaled. "Such a good boy to help his lonely mommy," she sighed. She licked the rim of my ear and moved her hand inside my shorts. I felt her fingernails brush against the head of my throbbing cock.

"You're nice and hard for me," she breathed and then took my earlobe between her teeth. "Did Mommy make your cock hard?" she asked. I could only nod. "Do you like seeing me dressed like this? Do you want me to wear sexy things for you?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"Mommy has lots of sexy things she can wear for her baby." She kissed my cheek. "It makes Mommy excited to know her baby likes seeing her in frilly little naughty things." She turned my face toward her and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Do you want me to be naughty for you, honey?" She kissed me again and looked deeply into my eyes. "Do you want Mommy to be a sexy little fuck toy for her baby?"

I groaned in response.

"Ooh," she breathed as she ran her tongue over my lips. "Mommy said a naughty word. Mommy said fuck. Do you like it when Mommy says naughty words like that? It makes me excited to talk like that. Mommy's pussy gets all wet when she talks about fucking her baby."

She closed her fingers around my shaft. "Mommy's going to suck her little boy's cock so good. Oooh," she cooed. "Not so little. You've got a nice, fat cock for me, don't you?"

I could only groan as my mother continued to kiss me and began to slowly stroke my cock. She pressed her tongue between my lips and slid it across my teeth. "Did you like seeing me naked last night?" she whispered.

"Uh huh," I mumbled.

"You did? Do you know why Mommy was naked? She was in bed playing with her pussy when she heard Carol scream. Did you like seeing Mommy's tits and her pussy?"

"Uh huh."

"I liked seeing your big, hard cock too." She kissed my cheek again and ran her tongue around the outside of my ear. Her breath was warm against my skin causing me to shiver. "I was wishing it was me sucking your cock when you had it in Carol's mouth. Did you like seeing me licking Carol's pussy? I bet you didn't know your Mommy likes to lick pussies and suck cocks, did you? I could taste your cum in Carol's pussy while I was licking it. It got me all excited to taste your cum and to lick your sister's pussy. Do you want to see me lick Carol's pussy some more?"

My breath was too ragged to answer.

Mom slid her hand down to my heaving balls and caressed them gently, rolling them in her fingers. "Do you want Mommy to be naked for you tonight while she sucks your big, hard cock? Do you want to rub your cock between Mommy's big tits?" She continued to lick and suck on my ear while asking me questions that I could only dream of. "I'd love to feel your hard dick sliding between my tits while you fuck Mommy's mouth.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she breathed. "Do you want to put your cock in Mommy's nice tight pussy and fuck her?"

I swallowed tightly. "Yes," I whispered. Mom released my balls and began working my shorts over my hips. I raised myself up so she could pull them down. She got up on her knees, smiling as she pulled my shorts down and off my feet. I lay there naked as my mother ogled my throbbing cock. I wanted to take a more active role in what was happening but was overwhelmed by the way my mom was acting. I couldn't do anything but stare.

"Ooh," she breathed. "What a nice, fat cock you have for me. It's so big and hard." She leaned forward and slid her nylon-covered tits across it. "You can fuck me anytime you want to," she whispered. "But right now Mommy really wants to suck her little boy's cock and feel him shoot his hot cum down her throat."

I left a trail of pre-cum on her. "Do you like that?" she asked. "Do you like Mommy sliding her tits around on your cock? Do you want me to be your nasty little cum slut?" She slid back until her mouth was over my shaft and slowly licked it from base to tip. I almost came from the sensation of her warm tongue caressing me. "Mommy wants to be her baby's slut. I can do all sorts of nasty things for my sweetheart." Her voice was soft and smoky. I'd never even heard a porn star sound as sexy as my own mother was. Her confessions were even more exciting because they were made in such a sensuous voice.

"Oh, God," I groaned.

"Are you going to shoot off in Mommy's mouth so she can swallow it? Mommy wants to taste her baby's cum. I bet you've got lots of cum for me to swallow." She stroked my balls as she spoke. "Do you want me to take my gown off so I can rub my big, soft tits against your balls while you fuck my mouth?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Do want to take it off for me? Do you want to touch Mommy's tits?"

I could only nod. She kept calling herself Mommy and calling me her little boy. It made what was already an intensely sexy moment even more so. I knew what we were doing was forbidden by society and her whispered dialogue made the elicit contact even more exciting. I'd never seen or even heard of anything as erotic as what was happening to me now. My dick had never been so hard. It bounced against my stomach with every beat of my heart, which was pounding. I was on the verge of orgasm without it even being touched.

"Okay," she giggled. "There's a clasp right here between Mommy's tits. Just unhook it and you can play with Mommy's tits. Hurry baby. Mommy wants you to squeeze her nipples."

My hands were shaking as I reached for the clasp. "Don't be nervous," she whispered. "Mommy wants you to do it. Mommy wants to be your toy, baby. Mommy wants you to play with her body."

I managed to get the clasp undone and the gown fell open. Mom didn't even have to shrug her way out of it. It fell off her shoulders and landed on my legs, adding to the sensory overload I was experiencing. "That's right," she breathed. "Now squeeze Mommy's tits. Play with her nipples. Pinch them for me baby. Mommy needs it. Mommy needs to be your little fuck toy."

I was only able to play with her heaving tits for a few seconds before she fell forward, planting her lips on mine. Her tongue drove into my mouth and she groaned. "Yeah, baby," she mumbled between kisses. "Mommy's your whore now. You can do whatever you want with me. I'll be a good whore for you, baby. Mommy can be a good slut for her little boy. I'll do whatever you want me to, baby. Mommy will dress sexy for you and be your nasty slut. You can fuck her whenever you want to. Mommy wants to be your little fuck toy. But right now Mommy has to suck her baby's big hard cock."

She slid backwards, dragging her tits down my body until they were nestled against my roiling balls. She took my cock in one hand and stroked it gently while looking up at me. "Watch me suck your cock, Baby. I want you to see me with your cock in my mouth like a nasty slut. You can put your cock in Mommy's mouth anytime you want to. See what a good cocksucker your mommy is."

She licked the head and down the shaft while smiling up at me. "Your mommy will be a nasty slut for her baby," she breathed. "She loves having your big, fat cock in her mouth. I love the way it throbs against my tongue." She took the head in her mouth for only a second before slathering it again with her tongue. "Do you like having your cock in Mommy's mouth? Do you like feeling it slide down Mommy's throat? Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to shoot your cum in Mommy's mouth while she sucks your cock like a good little whore? Mommy's always loved cock sucking. I want to make you feel good baby. I want you to use Mommy's mouth. Mommy's a whore just for you, sweetheart. She's your slut now and will do whatever you want her to."

She again took my cock in her mouth, this time deeper. She bobbed her head up and down on it, slurping loudly as she ground her tits against my balls.

"What do you want me to do honey? Do you want me to take your cock down my throat and let you fuck me or do you want to cum on Mommy's face?

"Do you want Mommy to play with her pussy while she sucks your cock? Do you want to see me fingering my pussy?" She took my cock into her mouth and sucked loudly, pumping it with her fist. "Sometimes Mommy puts Vaseline on her panties and gets her pussy all slimy before she plays with it," she breathed. "Do you want to see Mommy with Vaseline all over her panties and her pussy? Do you want me to act like a whore for you?" She didn't give me a chance to answer before she stabbed my cock back into her mouth. The combination of her frantic sucking and explicit suggestions sent me over the edge and I began pumping cum into her mouth without warning.

"Oh, God," I grunted as I began to unload. I thought I was going to pass out. Mom never hesitated to swallow it. She moaned lustily as she continued to slide her mouth up and down my shaft while pumping it with her fist. I came harder than I ever had and Mom never missed a drop. We were both completely out of breath by the time she released my still-hard cock and looked up at me.

"That was wonderful," she gasped. "I haven't cum like that in years. Thank you, baby. You're so good to your slut Mommy."

Even after cumming in my mother's mouth my cock still didn't go down. Mom didn't give it a chance. She continued licking and sucking it gently. "You're still hard, baby," she cooed. "Such a man. So virile and sexy for his slut." She climbed up the bed until she could snuggle against me while continuing to caress and stroke my cock.

"You've got such a big cock baby," she breathed. "Mommy's going to love being your slut and getting fucked by her handsome son." It was then that she realized she still wasn't naked. "Oh, but you wanted to see me naked," she whispered, kissing my neck and jaw, "and Mommy still has her panties on."

She moved her hand to the waistband of her panties. "Do you want Mommy to take her panties off for you, so you can see her pussy? It's awfully wet after sucking her baby's big cock. Do you want to see? Mommy doesn't mind. She wants to show you her pussy."

I could only nod. Mom smiled as she pushed herself to her feet and began sliding her panties down her lean legs. She looked me in the eye as she stepped out of them and put her hands on her slender hips. "Do you like Mommy's pussy, Baby?" she asked in a low voice.

"Yeah," I breathed.

She stroked it with one finger. "It's awfully wet right now. You made my pussy wet while I was sucking your cock. Do you want to fuck Mommy's wet pussy?

"Yes," I answered, still amazed at what was happening.

She climbed back on the bed, straddling my legs. "You can fuck me anytime you want to baby. Just tell me when you want my pussy and you can have it. Or better yet, just take it. Mommy likes it when her baby treats her like a slut. Just take what you want baby."

She positioned the head of my cock at the lips of her pussy and began stroking herself with it. "Oh, God, yes," she mumbled. "That's what Mommy needs. She needs her man to fuck her. Will you be Mommy's man from now on and fuck her when she needs it?" she asked as her breath became ragged.

"Yes, Mom," I answered.

"Oh yes, Baby. Mommy needs to be fucked a lot. You're going to have to fuck Mommy a lot."

"Okay," I groaned as my cock slipped between her dripping lips.

"That's it, baby. Make me your slut, honey. Stick your cock in Mommy's pussy and fuck her. You're Mommy's man now and Mommy's your whore. Fuck me, baby. Give me that great big cock of yours."

She pressed herself down until my cock was buried inside her. She sat still for a moment. "Just give me a second to get used to your big cock, baby. Mommy's never had one this big. You're filling me up so good. Mommy's going to love being your slut. You make me feel so good." She began slowly rocking forward and back. "Oh, yeah," she breathed. "That feels so good. I can feel your cock all the way to my cervix, baby. Mommy's pussy is so full. You're so big and hard." She began to pick up the pace. "Squeeze Mommy's tits, baby. Play with Mommy's nipples."

I took her swaying tits in both hands and squeezed them tightly. Even after cumming down her throat and with my cock buried in her cunt, I didn't know if I was allowed to suck them so I didn't. "Pinch my nipples, baby. Twist them. Mommy likes that." I took her nipples between my fingers and twisted them lightly.

"Harder, baby. Make it sting."

I twisted them again, this time feeling them tighten as I did. Mom squealed.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Fuck me, baby. That feels so good. Fuck Mommy with your big cock."

She fell forward, pushing her tongue between my lips. I sucked it as I began bucking my hips up to meet her trusts. "Yeah," she breathed. "That feels so good. You're such a good lover. You're making Mommy's pussy feel better than it ever has. I want to fuck you forever, baby."

She sat up again, rocking back and forth as we fell into a smooth rhythm. "Do you like that, baby? Is Mommy fucking you good? Do you like having your cock in your mother's pussy?"

"Oh, God," I grunted.

"That's it, baby. Fuck me hard. Fuck your mommy like the slut she is. Give me all your big, hard cock. I'll fuck you anytime you want me to, baby. My pussy is going to be wet for you all the time." She reached between us and began stroking her clit. "Yeah, baby," she groaned. "Are you going to cum for me? Mommy's ready to cum and she wants her baby to shoot his hot cum in her tight pussy when she does. Are you ready, sweetheart? Cum in Mommy's pussy."

I thrust my cock into her just as it exploded. My cum boiled into her as she fell forward shuddering. "Oh, God," she groaned. "That's it, Robbie. Cum in me. Fill my pussy with your cum. Mommy's cumming with her baby's big cock in her pussy. Fuck me, Robbie. Fuck me hard."

I pounded my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. I was buried so deep inside her and cumming so hard, it's a wonder my semen wasn't shooting out of her nose. I felt her body stiffen for several seconds as her orgasm swept through her and then go limp. We were both gasping for breath. Mom finally rolled off of me, still panting. We took several minutes to catch our breath before either one of us spoke.

"Was that good, baby?" Mom asked as she rolled into me, pressing her tits against my chest. She kissed me again and nibbled at my lips. "Did you like fucking me?" she asked softly. "Are you going to fuck me again?"

"Oh, God, yes," I answered. "Anytime you want me to."

"Anytime, baby. Anytime you want. Mommy's always ready to have her baby's big, hard cock." She kissed me again and groaned. "I guess I better get out of here. Carol's got enough to deal with right now without catching us in bed together."

Mom was just starting to roll over when Carol pushed the door open. "Too late," she said. "Your headboard was banging on the wall so hard it almost knocked my books off the shelf on the other side."

Mom groaned and fell back across me. She didn't try to cover herself as she lay there. Her feet were on the floor and her ass was on the edge of the bed. Her torso was draped across mine. I wasn't in any position to do anything.

Carol stared at us for a few seconds. She was dressed in a t-shirt that came to mid thigh, her usual sleepwear. Her nipples looked like they were going to tear through the fabric.

"Now I understand," she said in a low voice.

I wasn't sure what she understood.

"You can't just turn it off," she said. "I thought I could just not think about it and it would go away. But it doesn't. You can't not think about it. It won't let you. It won't let you think about anything else. It won't even let you sleep."




The Cure



Carol made her affliction sound like something alive, something that was stalking her.

"Now I know what you mean, Mom. I can't help myself." She stepped into the room.

"I know, honey," Mom answered. She pushed herself up onto her elbows. "I'm the same way. I'm one of the few people who understands how you feel." She sat up and held her arms out. Even naked in bed with her son, her motherly instinct took over. Carol sat down next to her on the edge of the bed and they wrapped their arms around each other while my sister sobbed softly. Neither one of them mentioned that Mom had obviously just fucked her own son. Their shared condition meant they weren't about to judge each other.

They cuddled for a few moments until Carol raised her face from Mom's shoulder. She wiped her eyes and then looked at me and giggled. "You're a little naked there."

Mom laughed with her as I tried to pull my sheet over myself.

"It's too late now," Mom laughed. "There's no use trying to hide it." She swept the sheet off of me, leaving me naked in front of my sister.

I wasn't the only one naked. Mom hadn't bothered to put her gown back on. She leaned across me, resting her weight on one hand while taking my cock in the other. It was already beginning to stiffen again. She stroked it slowly while looking into my eyes. I could see Carol sitting next to her, mesmerized.

"Your brother's got a nice big cock, doesn't he?" she asked Carol while still looking at me.

Carol didn't answer. I could see her squirm.

"And it's getting hard again," Mom breathed. "You missed seeing me suck it. Robbie shot a load of cum in my mouth and then he fucked me and shot another load in my pussy." Mom groaned and slipped her fingers over the head of my cock before again wrapping her fist around it. "It felt so good to have his cock in my mouth. I love the way it feels when it's sliding between my lips." Carol turned to put one leg on the bed. Her t-shirt was working its way up her thigh.

"Do you want to see me suck it?" Mom asked her. She leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth without waiting for an answer. She slurped on it loudly. Carol raised up just enough to pull her t-shirt up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties and I could see her bald pussy spasming.

"Remember when he had it in your mouth last night?" Mom asked, turning to finally face Carol. "And remember when you climbed on top of him and fucked him on the couch? Did it feel good to have his cock in your pussy?" Mom licked the underside of my cock as she spoke.

Carol could only nod. Her mouth was hanging open as she stared at my cock while Mom stroked it. "Do you want it in your mouth again?" Mom asked her.

"Yes," Carol breathed. She stared for several more seconds as Mom licked and sucked my cock. Finally, she took her eyes off my cock and looked me in the face. "Can I suck your cock, Robbie?" she asked.

"I don't think Robbie will mind," my mom answered. "Why don't you take your t-shirt off first?" Carol didn't hesitate to whip the shirt over her head, again leaving all three of us nude. Mom sat up as Carol leaned forward. Mom still had my cock in her hand as my sister began to lick the head. "That's it, baby. Lick it just like that," Mom cooed. "Don't try to take it all in your mouth at once. Just let the head slide between your lips."

I laid back and stared as my mom gave my sister a cocksucking lesson with me as the teaching aid.

"Now wrap your fingers around it," Mom explained as she released my shaft. Carol took it in her fist. "Don't squeeze it," Mom said. "Just let your hand slide the skin up and down as you slide it in and out of your mouth. You want your hand and your mouth moving in the same direction." Carol adjusted her grip and began bobbing her head up and down.

"That's it," Mom said softly. "Use your hand and your mouth together. Let your spit run down the shaft to lubricate your fingers."

She looked up at me. "Does that feel good, baby? Is your sister as good a cocksucker as your mother?"

I could only groan my response as Carol took my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"You should taste her pussy," Mom purred as she stroked Carol's back. My sister moaned around my cock. "It's so sweet. Mommy loved licking her pussy last night. Did you like that, honey? Did you like it when I was licking your sweet little pussy?"

Carol tried to nod with my cock in her mouth. Mom began kneading one of Carol's tits while she moved her other hand lower and dragged her fingers across my sister's upturned ass. "Do you want me to eat your pussy some more?" Carol climbed onto her knees pointing her pussy back at Mom without missing a single stroke on my throbbing cock. All three of us were piled on my double bed.

Mom stroked Carol's pussy from behind for several seconds while leaning forward and gently kissing my sister's ass. "Such a sweet ass," she murmured. "It's so smooth and soft. I wish my ass was a sweet as yours." She slid one finger into Carol's snatch causing my sister to moan around my cock. I couldn't help thrusting my hips up, driving it deeper in her mouth.

She looked up at me without lifting her mouth and winked, letting me know it was ok to fuck her face. I rocked my hips slowly as she continued to suck and slobber on my cock. Mom slid her tongue down Carol's ass and finally dipped it between her steaming lips. Carol gasped as Mom found her clit.

"Do you like that, baby?" Mom asked. "Do you want Mommy to lick your pussy and make you cum? Are you going to cum in Mommy's mouth?"

Carol lifted her mouth from my cock just long enough to groan, "Yes. Lick my pussy. It feels so good." She licked my cock and moved her hand to my balls. "Your cock is so big, Robbie," she whispered. "It's so hard. I love your cock." She took it in her mouth for a moment as Mom ran her tongue around her cunt.

"Oh, God, Mom," she moaned. "That feels so good. I've never had a woman lick my pussy before."

"Anytime, baby," Mom answered. She reached around Carol to pinch one of her nipples. I had the other one in my hand.

"Yeah, Robbie," Carol breathed. "Play with my tits. Pinch my nipples. I love it." She again licked the length of my cock. "Are you going to cum in my mouth?" she asked. "I want to feel your cum shooting in my mouth. I promise I'll swallow every drop. I want to be your nasty little cocksucker," she panted. She took my cock back in her mouth as deeply as she could while Mom continued to lick her pussy. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was emptying them down my sister's throat while our mom licked her pussy. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. Was I really going to be fucking both of them anytime I wanted?

Carol began to squirm. "Come for me, Robbie," she pleaded. "Mom's making me cum. I want you to cum in my mouth. Please Robbie. Please shoot your cum in my mouth." She pounded my cock with her fist while shoving it as far down her throat as she could.

I couldn't stand it any longer and began shooting my load between her lips. She screamed with it in her mouth as she began to shudder. Mom was sucking on her pussy while she was sucking on my cock. Both of us groaned as our orgasms shot through us.

After she'd sucked me dry, Carol let my cock fall from her mouth and fell forward across my body. Mom collapsed on my legs. Two beautiful, naked women were draped across me after I'd cum in both of them. I couldn't imagine how my life could get any better.

Little did I know.



The Cure



I came to slowly, the flashing colored lights taking their time to form in my consciousness. Whatever Tony had spiked my drink with was slow to let loose of me. I was lying on a bed. I tried to rise, but my hands were cuffed together above me and my legs were cuffed as well to the lower corners of the bed. But the bonds were loose there. I could raise my legs as I wanted, but I couldn't rise from the bed. I was going to scream, but my mouth was gagged.

Tony was sitting on my belly, flashing a sharp knife before my eyes. As I watched, he slowly slit the buttons off my shirt and then shredded my shirt. I could feel the cold steel of the dull side of the blade moving between my body and my shirt as it was ripped away from me. Tony was smiling an evil smile. Once the shirt was torn away, his face dropped to my chest and he sucked and bit at my nipples until they ached. I arched my back and struggled as best I could, but I couldn't escape his lips and teeth.

He moved to below my buttocks and licked and bit his way down my abs and to my lower belly, paying particular attention to teething the rim of my navel. I screamed into my gag, but no one would be able to hear me—not even Tony.

He unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops. Then he flicked the leather end of the belt against my arms, chest, belly and thighs, only enough to inflict short, sharp flashes of pain, not enough to break the skin or to leave welts. Then he looped the belt around my neck, making it ready for who knew what.

Tony was naked. The red, blue, green, and yellow strobe lights danced across his well-muscled torso, picking out an array of tattoos going down just one side of his body. He rose up on his knees below me, and I saw that his huge cock was already half erect. His eyes were slitted in pleasure.

The knife went to work on my pants, which Tony shredded and pulled away from my body. The knife slit through the strings of my thong briefs, and then I was naked as well. Naked and open to anything Tony desired.

He moved down on the bed below me and I felt his mouth go over my shaft. Most alarming, however, was that he had laid the knife on my belly, the cool side of the blade a constant reminder of danger. His mouth pushed my foreskin to below the helmet of my dick, and Tony sucked hard. His tongue went to my piss slit and he flicked it before trying to work his tongue into the slit. I writhed in combined pain and pleasure below him. His teeth encased my shaft and slid down toward the root and then applied pressure until I wanted to scream in fear and anticipation. His mouth went to my balls, which he sucked hard and nipped and pulled away from my body with his teeth. I writhed some more for him. Then his mouth went back to my cock and he pumped my shaft with his mouth for several minutes, always keeping me on edge as to whether he was going to take a big bite. At last, the tension got to me, and I jacked off down his throat.

He quickly moved up my body, picking up the knife as he ascended. He jerked the gag off and gave me a deep kiss, mixing our saliva and my warm sperm. He took my tongue between his teeth, and I thought for an instant that he would try to bite through that. 

But then he disengaged from the kiss and brought the blade of the knife up to the side of my neck, poised against a throbbing artery. He spoke in a low, menacing voice. "Attempt to scream—or even to talk—or to do anything funny with my dick in your mouth, and I'll cut you so deep you'll bleed out."

I took him seriously. He was kneeling above my chest, his half-hard rod hovering over my face.

"Get it hard," was all he said as he grabbed the end of my belt with his free hand and pulled my mouth up to the helmet of his dick with it. To keep from choking, I raised my head farther, taking his cock into my mouth. I gave him head, as good as I could, and he panted and moaned above me, getting hard fairly quickly.

When it seemed like he might be ready to cum, he pulled out of my mouth. He let loose of the belt, letting my head drop back on the mattress. He replaced my gag and then moved down below me again. His mouth and teeth went to my asshole, and he was pumping my cock again with one of his hands and digging the nails of his other hand in the tender back of one of my thighs.

After rimming me for a few minutes, he came back up on his knees and showed me both the knife and a small bottle of lubricant. He poured lubricant over the blade of the knife, and on his dick as well, and then he moved the knife slowly down between my legs. I was struggling for all of my might, trying to escape the thrust of the blade up my ass canal, but when something entered me, it was rounded, not sharp. Tony laughed and held up a long and thick dildo, with knobs and suction cup-like appendages running along the shaft, to show me that this is what was assaulting my asshole, not the knife.

I felt the head of the dildo at my asshole again. Tony rotated it around and around, moving it ever deeper, until it was past my sphincter. Then he just steadily pushed it in to the hilt. I screamed into the gag in pain, mixed with waves of desire, and twisted my body around while he was impaling me, which probably only helped send the dildo deeper. The novelties running around the shaft were driving me wild with mixed pain and pleasure. But the pleasure started to overshadow the pain—so much so that by the time Tony replaced the dildo with his own longer and thicker dick, I was meeting him thrust for thrust.

He took both of my calves in his hands and wishboned my legs up and out. He then rolled his pelvis up on mine so that I was fully open to his plunging cock. I set my eyes on the ceiling and watched the strobing colored lights play, while I listened to the sounds of the bouncing bed springs and of the skin of a shaft sliding in and out of the skin of an ass passage. I wanted the gag off. I wanted to tell Tony how much I was enjoying the fuck, that I wanted him to dig deeper and deeper. I couldn't tell Tony that, but I could tell that he didn't need to be told. He was rotating his hips and alternating short strokes and long plunges in a mad frenzy of plowing above me. His dreadlocks were flying around his head and his chest and arm tattoos seemed alive in their undulating movements in the strobing lights. His nipples were erect and prominent and his washboard stomach muscles were tensing and puffing out with the heavy breathing of his ecstasy. He was beauty in motion in his dance of fearsome fuck, and I was proud now to be the instrument of his mayhem.

He was no more beautiful than at the point of his strong, three-gushes of ejaculation deep inside me. I was almost at the point of coming again myself, and Tony took care of pumping me off in a fountain of sperm between our bellies before he collapsed his sweating torso on mine. He ripped my gag off, and we went into a long, tender kiss.

After several minutes, as I felt his dick softening within me, I spoke. "That was great, Tony. I feel truly fucked. The doctor was right - that bondage and the sense of danger was a way to cure our inhibitions. Now you. Release me, and now I'll do you. Quickly now. I still feel horny as hell."



The Cure



(I cut my teeth, so to speak, on the classic writings of Anais Nin. I have here tried to capture her approach, her environment of constantly aroused sensuality presented as normalcy, within the confines of my own style.) 

*

Marie met Brian through Steve. She met Steve on a sultry afternoon at a small sidewalk bistro near the river when Steve came up to her and asked if he could share her table. There were plenty of empty tables, but she said yes and he sat and offered to repay her kindness by buying her another coffee. She let him.

They engaged in small talk, about the weather and the beauty of the river, and then finally Marie could stand no more of their coy banter and asked him directly why he had approached her.

"Because I think it's sinful for a beautiful young lady to be all alone on such an afternoon in such a beautiful place as this."

She studied him for a second, and then angrily said, "You approached me because you thought you saw someone you'd like to fuck, someone you have never fucked before. You've fucked a lot of women, haven't you, and you like it so much you want to fuck every woman on the planet, so why not me, eh?"

Brian stared at the tablecloth, an amused smile on his face. "I can't deny that I find you attractive," he said. "And the thought of being with you pleases me."

"Then you must be pleased enough because you are with me already," she said. "Or were you using that horrible euphemism because you don't like telling women you want to fuck them, saying the word embarrasses you, it makes you feel crude and less clever than you think you are."

Brian lost his smile. "I think I've wasted enough of your time," he said, and pushed his chair back as if to stand. "Thank you for sharing your company," he added, and would have said more but she interrupted him.

"It's okay if you want to 'be with' me," she said, mocking his choice of terms. "I live not far from here. We can go there now and do it. I want to. There is only one thing. I insist on the room being completely dark, not a shred of light must show." 

Intrigued, Brain moved his chair closer again and studied her as if trying to read the mystery off her face.

"It can't be that you are shy," he said. "I don't think I've ever met a more direct person in my life. You look very nice, from what I can see. Do you have a deformity you feel you must hide? A scar perhaps, from an accident?"

Marie smiled sadly. "It is a scar," she said. "But up here," and she tapped a finger to her temple. "And it was no accident," she added, "except maybe an accident of birth."

Brian sat forward, his arms resting on the table. "You must tell me," he said.

Marie sighed. "I can't stand the sight of male genitals," she said. "I love the feel of them, I love to fuck them, in every way imaginable, but if I see it then I cannot do a thing, I cannot even be near one for days or even weeks."

His brain needed to know more the same way his lungs needed their next breath. He stared at her and waited for her to explain, which she really didn't want to do, but as he sat there resolutely refusing to give up she decided she really had no choice.

"I grew up on a farm with four older brothers," she eventually said. She wouldn't look at him while she talked. She lit a cigarette and drank her coffee and watched the river instead. "They were very cruel to me, always teasing me with their cocks because they had them and I didn't. They even made me kiss their cocks and said if I told our parents they would say it was all my idea and then our parents wouldn't love me any more and I'd be all alone in the street with no place to live. After a while they made me suck on them and Andre, he was the cruelest, he used to hold my head by the ears and cum in my mouth. The others were satisfied making a mess of me, my face and shirt, but Andre wasn't happy unless he made me cry.

"Eventually they started fucking me, and usually it was one at a time but a few times all four would take me at once. They would take turns fucking me whatever way they wanted and the other three would stand there watching and make crude comments about what a disgusting slut their baby sister had become."

She finished that cigarette and lit a second off the remains of the first.

"So that is why I can't stand the sight of men's cocks any more," she said. "They are the most vile, repulsive things in the universe," she added. "I hate looking at them, and yet I love how they make me feel." She laughed briefly, if only to keep from crying. "So, do you still want to 'be with' me?"

"Very much," Steve said, to her surprise. "But not right away. I have another idea. I have someone I want you to meet."

She laughed again. "A shrink?" she asked. "Please. I've tried that already and you can see what good it did me."

Steve smiled, and reached across the table to take her hand. "No, not a shrink," he assured her. "Nothing like that. Meet me here again tomorrow at the same time. I will introduce you."

And so the next day despite the rain Marie went to the bistro and sat under a wide green and white umbrella with a steaming cup of flavored coffee. At first she thought she'd been played for a fool but then she saw two men approaching out of the gray gloom the storm had made of the day, and one of them was Steve. They sat with her and he introduced his companion as Brian. They ordered coffees and small cakes.

"I think Brian can help you," Steve said. "I thought of him immediately when I heard your story."

"And you told him all about me?"

Steve shook his head. "None of the details," he said. "I'll leave that to you, if you want. But I did tell him of your affliction and he has agreed to help."

Marie stared at Brian, who stared back unabashedly confident.

She continued to speak of him as if he weren't there. "And what can he do that is so special it will cure me of my affliction?"

Steve leaned over the table and kept his voice down, as if they were surrounded by eavesdroppers. They were the only patrons sitting outside on such a day.

"It's not what he does, it's what he has," Steve told her in a conspiratorial whisper. "Brian has the most beautiful cock ever," he said. "I consider myself quite a judge of cocks, because, you see, I like men as well as women, and have made a study of cocks. It's a hobby, I suppose, started by comparing what other men had to my own. If you hadn't spent all your life hiding in the dark from them you would have noticed already that they are quite amazing things, really, each one different, no two exactly alike."

She already knew this because even in the dark she could feel the differences, in her hands, on her lips, inside her womb. Some were fat, some thin, some long and bent, some straight but short. She liked the ones with big flanged heads much better than the ones that tapered like candles. But she had never considered that any of them could be beautiful. In fact, she didn't think it was possible for any one of them to be thought of as anything but vile, obscene accessories, designed by God on one of His more whimsical days. 

"So you think that if I see his, then I will be cured? Is that it? Is that what this clandestine meeting is all about?" She laughed, and her disappointment showed in the way she turned away. She took out a cigarette and lit it and stared into the rain, refusing to acknowledge either of the men sitting across from her.

"Trust me," Steve said softly.

"Why should I? This is ridiculous."

"You have no reason not to trust me," Steve said. "I'm not offering this for myself. I stand to make no profit by this. I just know that he can help you overcome your problem."

She turned on them then, her eyes angry and red. "What if I don't want to be cured of my 'problem'? What if I like things just the way they are? What if it's you who has the problem, because I refuse to look at whatever nasty piece of meat you have between your legs?"

"I only mean to help you." He sounded defeated. 

Marie stared at them both, then tossed her cigarette into the rain.

"All right," she said. "Let's do this. Cure me. We'll go to my place and your friend can show me his beautiful cock. If it works and I'm miraculously cured, then I will reward you both. If not, then you must promise never to come any closer to me than you are to the river's edge right now. Either of you. And you must never speak of this to anyone. Am I understood?"

They agreed, and went with her to her flat.

She had three rooms over a warehouse near the river. One room was a marvelously small bath overwhelmed by an old porcelain claw-foot tub. Another was a kitchen no bigger than a closet, and then there was a large room taken up almost entirely by a huge bed. They came in and shed their coats, and she offered them drinks. Steve asked for sparkling water only and Brian refused anything. Marie poured herself some white wine, gave Steve his green bottle of water, and then sat herself on the edge of the bed. 

"All right," she said. "Show me this beautiful cock of yours."

Brian stood before her and opened the zipper of his trousers. He reached in and pulled out his cock, which hung in front of him like a vulgar sausage on display in the butcher's window.

Marie snickered. "That is what will cure me?" she said. "My youngest brother had more than that!"

She then recalled that Brian knew nothing of her ordeal and thought perhaps he would take her comment as an innocent childhood memory, perhaps of walking in on a sibling getting dressed. But then again, what difference was it to her what this man, or any other man, thought of her?

"Touch it," Brian said.

Marie grinned at him. "That wasn't part of the deal," she said, "unless it cures me, and it hasn't done that."

"Not yet," he said, and took his cock in his hand and stroked it slowly in front of her. Soon it stiffened and he let it go again. Instead of dangling down toward the floor now it stood up quite proudly and danced in expectation.

Marie stared at it, prepared to be sickened by the sight as she was whenever she saw one. Not sickened as in nauseated but sickened as in disheartened, that so wonderful an instrument of pleasure for so much of her body could be so grotesque to her eyes. 

But there was something different about Brian's cock, and the more she studied it the more she hunted for proof that there was nothing unique about it, that her assessment was based on prejudice caused by her expectations. Part of her had believed Steve, that she could be cured, and that Brian might very well have what it would take to do so, and part of her thought she only wanted it to be so and thus her brain was making his cock look better than it really did out of some hopeless wish to change her life.

She sat forward and put her face closer to it, and it reacted to her proximity by getting even stiffer and rising to stare at her ceiling. She could see the whole thing, head to balls, and she scanned every inch of it, looking for flaws, for commonality, and found none of that. This truly was a beautiful cock.

"May I touch it now?" she asked, so afraid on hearing the words come from her that she quickly added the proviso; "I am not convinced, but I have to examine it more closely."

Brian said, "Of course, do what you will."

She reached a hand out and hesitated, expecting this to be some sort of elaborate fraud, a hoax, some mechanical device that would fall free in her hand. But her fingertips could feel the heat pouring off it as she moved closer, and her nose detected the unmistakable scent of male arousal. 

Her hand wrapped slowly around the shaft and closed. His cock pulsed under her palm, it throbbed. She could feel the blood pumping through it, hot and thick with desire. The smell became stronger, it flared her nostrils and excited her tongue. She wanted to taste it, to hold it in her mouth.

But this was impossible. A cock was a cock, she had known that for years. In the dark, they were all basically the same, the way a table is like all tables, with four legs and a flat surface. It is functional, and any other consideration into the essence of what a table is was nonsense.

So was it with cocks. Variations aside, they were merely instruments of pleasure. There could be no single one remarkable enough to alter her contemplation of them. Without light to see them by, all expectations were gone, replaced with the cold hard realness of their physicality. 

That was her answer, then. She closed her eyes, plunging herself into darkness, and she waited a while for her senses to adjust, and then she assayed the cock in her hand all over again. Her fingers blindly explored the flanged head, the rumple of foreskin just below, the smooth, sleek shaft, and then the thick, muscular base where it became flat belly above and soft balls, wrinkled and densely forested, below. It felt pretty much like any other cock she had ever handled. 

There, she had done it! She had broken the spell. With a smirk of satisfaction she opened her eyes again and looked disdainfully at what she held.

But it was truly beautiful! The dark head, soft and velvety, with a drop of clear thick liquid escaping the single eye. The shaft, so smooth and hard, like skin stretched over wood. The balls, balanced and even, becoming tighter and swelling as she continued to hold him.

This was absurd. She leaned in and put the head in her mouth. The taste was only slightly different from any other she had tasted, but like the subtle difference between wines that makes one a medal-winner and the other a cheap table vintage, this one tasted just slightly superior to any she had ever had. 

She moved her face down and took more of it inside her mouth, and rolled her tongue around the head, licking off that lonesome teardrop of anticipation.

She sat up again, and watched his cock bob in front of him, glistening with her saliva. Steve stood aside, watching, smiling, his arms folded across his chest.

"Cured?" he asked her.

Her mind screamed that she was not, that she could not be, that she could never be cured because there was nothing wrong with her in the first place. She had held so dearly to her unfairness that it was as much a part of her as her eyes or heart. She was proud of her affliction, if that was what it was, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to be cured. Having hung on so long to her bias, abandoning it now would be like losing herself. What would she be without her burden? 

But there was no denying the truth. She stood up and started pulling her shirt off. "Why don't you two get naked and I will give you the reward I promised?"

She spent all day fucking them both, and watching them pleasure each other. Steve was as masterful at sucking Brian's cock as he was at eating her pussy. His own cock was ordinary enough, but still capable of pleasing both she and Brian, and its commonplace nature did not make it abhorrent to her at all. Perhaps she was cured after all. 

They gave her orgasm after orgasm, taking her alternately in all her openings, leaving no inch of her untouched by fingers and lips. She became drunk in her own carnality, and often would find herself doing things she had not been aware on any conscious level of doing, things that she was surprised to find herself capable of. 

Still, nothing they did felt wrong or debased. By the time evening had overtaken the day they were all three coated in sweat and semen and the sweet nectar from her cunt. They were exhausted, and hungry, and they washed and dressed and went out to get something to eat.

Even food tasted better to her. She had been reborn.

She only saw Brian and Steve a few times after that. Usually the two men were together. They made small talk over coffees, but she never thanked them again, nor saw any need to. Once had been enough. 

Before winter she moved out of the city and never saw them again, but she kept in her mind an image of Brian's beautiful cock and referred to it whenever her old fear of seeing men naked in the light raised its head, a practice which became less and less indispensable as the years went by.



The Cure



For those of you who know my writing, this is a break from my normal style. While my other stories may borrow small bits of truth or experiences from my own life, they are undoubtedly fiction.

This however is a true event that was related to me by a good friend and I have tried to retell it as faithfully as I can. 

*

My Name is Cally and I'm a lesbian.

Makes me sound like I'm introducing myself at some kind of gays anonymous meeting, but I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I'm happy and content to be who I am. 

I wouldn't exactly say "out and proud" because being proud of something that is an intrinsic part of who you are seems strange, like being proud of having arms and legs, but I have no issues around my sexuality -- not any more, anyway.

We all know what it's like to grow up, encounter puberty and then have to learn what to do with our newly found sexuality. I guess it's easier for those who are straight as the routes for meeting people and the experimentation that follows are more obvious and easy to find, but I knew I was gay from day one. 

I did have a couple of fumbling attempts at making out with boys as I knew it was expected of me, but I knew it wasn't for me -- I was far too interested in watching other girls in communal showers or changing rooms for boys to hold my attention.

Consequently I experimented when I could with girls, however as it was a bit more difficult to identify other girls who felt the same way, especially when you grow up in a small rural village, where girls my own age were more likely to feel confused about their lack of attraction to boys and often hid their budding lesbianism, it wasn't always easy.

Simpler for me than for girls in the same situation 20 years earlier though; at least I had the internet to help me.

The upshot of this is that some of my earlier experiences were not only less than great, some were downright disastrous and instead of helping me to come to terms with who and what I was, had the opposite effect and left me feeling as if I was 'wrong' in some way.

One encounter had a very profound effect on me, when at the tender age of 22 I met a woman online and we started to chat. Innocently at first, however after a few weeks we were flirting with each other and started to fantasize about meeting in person.

She seemed like a great person when we were chatting online; there was no pressure, we laughed and joked and obviously had a mutual attraction and so eventually we agreed to meet and I travelled to where she lived to spend the weekend with her.

That first weekend was good and we had lots of fun, both in and out of the bedroom but by my third visit she was making demands of me that I just wasn't happy with and she really didn't want to take no for an answer. She started to get really aggressive when it became obvious that she wasn't going to get her own way. Aggressive enough that I packed my things and walked out before the situation could turn even more nasty.

I don't want to go into the details as she really isn't an important part of this story other than by way of an explanation as to why after knowing that I was gay from an early age, I suddenly started to question my sexuality.

The way she treated me left me feeling very down and depressed, I shied away from any other contact, either physical or online, that could turn vaguely sexual and hid myself away; I didn't even masturbate as every time I touched myself it made me think of her and the way she had treated me.

I got so low that I started to loathe myself to the point where I thought of myself as having an illness called 'Lesbianism'.

Yes I know how wrong that is! But it's hard to be rational when your heads a mess, especially as I hadn't come out to my family or most of my friends at that point and had no one I could turn to for support. 

Even less rational than perceiving my sexuality as an illness was the route that my addled brain came up with to 'cure' myself.

I'm a very feminine woman. I like nice clothes and I like to make the best of myself with carefully styled hair and tasteful make up. I am told (and who am I to argue?) that I'm an extremely attractive woman and that my petite frame has all the right curves in all of the right places and yes, I like to dress in a way that shows off my attributes to their best advantage, but I'm no slut and I'm not cheap.

Until this point the worst unwanted attention I had received was from a group of very butch lesbians that used to frequent a pub in the town where I worked.

They would catcall and whistle after me; shouting out rude and crass comments as I walked past. That might appeal to some women but not me, I like my women to look and behave like women and I like them to have a bit more class.

Now I know that this is an illogical jump, but as I've already said my head was in a very strange place at the time and I decided that if I could make myself loathe all things lesbian, then surely I would be cured and my life would follow the traditional path of boyfriends, marriage, babies and hopefully ...... happy ever after?

Looking back now I realise just how screwed up I was for this to make an ounce of sense, however at the time I thought I had found the solution to my problem.

My plan involved visiting the pub where these extremely butch girls hung out and allowing myself to be picked up and subsequently fucked by one of them, with the expectation that I would find the whole experience so horrible that I would turn away from having sex with women thus curing me of my gayness.

I was nervous but determined, so I picked a night when I had no work the following day & dressed very femininely and provocatively in high heels, short black skirt (with a wide hem, the sort that looks like it could be blown up with the slightest wind) and a see through white blouse with black lacy half cup bra. I finished the outfit off with a black thong under my skirt so if it did 'flip up' my bum would be on show.

I controlled my nerves and walked into the dingy pub and straight up to the bar, ordering a vodka & coke for Dutch courage. I rarely drink alcohol but I needed something to bolster my actions and stop me fleeing back out of the door.

As I stood by the bar I noticed a group of extremely butch girls playing pool and it wasn't long before one of them noticed me and nudged her friend.

One came over to buy a drink and made a show of looking me up and down, saying 

'Very nice, little girl, you like girls like us?' and sort of nodded towards her friends. 

I just shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my drink; taking a hearty swallow as she walked back to her friends laughing.

The bar had loud music and a small dance floor and after about 10 minutes another girl walked over to me.

'Hey girl, would you like to dance?'

I just nodded and when she took my hand I followed her over to the dance floor, putting my drink onto a small table and asking 'will this be ok here?' the first words I had spoken.

We danced to whatever music came on and gradually I became surrounded by butch dykes, as those who weren't currently playing pool joined us on the dance floor. The group were getting very cheeky and naughty, fuelled by the copious pints of lager they were consuming and I felt quite uncomfortable but that's what I was there for right? I wanted to be revolted and cured, so I danced with them all.

After a while a pool game finished and 2 dykes from the dance floor replaced those playing. Only one of those who had been playing came to dance though, the other sat at the table next to my drink, watching me. The next time I returned to the table and finished my drink she caught my hand, asking 'can I get you another drink babe?'

' Yes, sure, vodka and coke please' as I smiled sweetly; this was probably only my second sentence of the night so far.

I was watching her at the bar as I danced and decided she was definitely the most attractive of the bunch. Even though they were all dressed so similarly it was almost a uniform, she wasn't as loud and brash as the others. I saw her return to the table with our drinks and went over to say thank you; after all, there's no excuse for bad manners is there, even when you are on some harebrained mission to get fucked by a bull dyke to cure yourself of lesbianism!

I sat with her and we chatted for a while and I discovered that she was much less aggressive than her friends and easy to talk to.

After a while the rest of the group gravitated back to the pool table, calling over every few minutes with comments like 'you ok there Danno, need any help?' and laughing like it was the best joke in the world.

'I'm Danny by the way' 

'I'm Cally.'

'Dance Cally?'

So once again I found myself on the dance floor and although her friends didn't join us they kept up a steady stream of commentary, with 'you've pulled there Danno' and the like.

She was a good dancer, much better than her mates, and eventually when the music slowed down she grabbed me and pulled me close and we smooched, her hands running up and down my back, getting lower on every pass until they settled on my bum.

The cat-calls and whistles increased at this point but Danny guided me into a corner away from their view and slipped a hand under my skirt, fondling my bum that was as good as naked with only a thong under my skirt.

I didn't react except to say 'thank you' which obviously puzzled her and prompted a response of 'what?'

'Thanks for not showing my bum to your mates.'

She studied my face for a while, obviously still a bit confused but then she seemed to reach a decision and asked if I'd like to go back to her place. 

Well, this was what I'd wanted right? I'd found my potential cure so no point in backing out now, so I agreed, we finished our drinks and left to the expected chorus from her mates.

Her flat was only a couple of hundred yards away from the pub and was a nicely done, spacious, 2 bedroom warehouse conversion with high ceilings.

As soon as we got inside the flat she moved in to kiss me and I responded, the effects of the 2 vodkas making life easier for me, but even so I was still thinking 'it will be over soon and I will be cured!'

She started to touch me, running her hands over my body, caressing my breasts and my near naked bottom as we kissed but I didn't reciprocate. I don't know if she didn't notice my lack of involvement or just didn't care, but soon enough she said ' bedroom Cally?', and when I just nodded she led me there by the hand.

She undressed me, her eyes roaming over my body as it was revealed, telling me she thought I was gorgeous and showering me with compliments. When I was completely naked I made no move to return the favour but moved to the bed and watched her as she undressed. Danny was about 5' 8" with a man's short, gelled, spiky haircut and she seemed self-conscious under my gaze as she stripped out of her T shirt and lumberjack shirt, revealing biggish boobs, probably 36C with pale pink nipples, which were hard and quite long, and a stomach that was a bit thick but in a mannish way.

Her jeans, work boots and men's boxers followed and it's funny how looking back I can still remember how her socks left little indentations above her ankles.

She looked like she weighed about 12stone which meant she dwarfed my 5' 3", 71/2 stone frame as she lay next to me on the bed.

She started to kiss me and touch me and despite my best intentions my body started to betray my plan, responding to her caresses.

Her hands slid lower down my body as we kissed and she started to finger me, slipping in and out of my traitorously wet pussy as I fought to deny my enjoyment under her hands, until the inevitable happened and I had no choice but to submit to an orgasm. My enjoyment and the resulting climax hadn't been part of the plan at all and actually surprised me but Danny wasn't finished yet.

She positioned herself between my thighs and I watched between my breasts as her talented tongue licked me to another climax that I couldn't have stopped no matter what.

By the time she had laid back down by my side, caressing and playing with my boobs (which I love) I was starting to realise that my plan wasn't working so well and maybe it hadn't been such a good idea (yeah, no shit Sherlock!). I was trying hard not to like what she was doing to me, and wasn't actively joining in at all but I couldn't deny or resist the pleasure she was giving me and she was far from finished yet.

Getting up from the bed she moved to a drawer and took out a strap-on and harness which she put on, me watching her, her glancing at me. I started to really look at her body for the first time and noticed her long, powerful legs, muscular bum and feminine curves.

As she came back to the bed she said 'I am going to fuck you now baby'.

I couldn't help thinking 'Mmmm, I've been fucked with a strap-on before and I enjoyed it' but then I started to compare the tall but lithe, slender and lightweight woman I'd been in this situation with a couple of times in the past with Danny's much bigger and heavier frame.

The dildo looked huge and I thought 'God, what have I let myself in for! This is going to be like being fucked by a man....' but again, that's what I wanted right? I wanted to be cured of lesbianism by being revolted, so on the assumption that I wouldn't enjoy it I decided my plan might be going to work after all! 

Settling at my side on the bed she started to caress my boobs again, something that's guaranteed to get my interest and then her fingers stroked their way down over my belly and brushed my pussy.

It felt so good I couldn't help but close my eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over me and I was startled when I felt her lips on mine; not because she was kissing me but because of how she was kissing me. Her kisses had been quite rough before but this was a gentle and tender kiss and as my legs parted of their own volition to allow her to slip first one and then a second finger into my already soaked pussy I thought 'Oh my god, she's not just fucking me, she's making love to me!' and I was soon bucking my hips against her hand, unable to remain passive any longer.

'Are you ready baby?' she whispered into my ear?

'Mmmm' was my only response, accompanied by a small nod.

She smothered the dildo with lube and gently moved on top of me between my open thighs, supporting her weight on her arms at either side of my head.

I could feel the dildo on my upper thigh, cold and wet with lube, until she moved a hand down to guide it gently until just the tip eased inside of me.

'Is that ok baby?' she asked, smiling as I once again nodded my ascent and as she lowered herself until her boobs were pressed against my own, I heard her moan as my arms went around her to hold her tightly.

There were a couple of false starts, the dildo popping out of my tight pussy and having to be guided back into position, but as she moved her hips I raised my legs to improve the angle and pulled her down onto me, feeling the dildo filling me.

'Thanks, babe, I think we got it this time'. I found myself moving against her as she bucked her hips against me, tightening my hold on her with my arms, moving against her as she fucked me.

I was no longer a passive observer in this encounter, I was responding energetically but even so, I hadn't entirely lost sight of my mission even though my perspective changed somewhat. Now I was thinking ''if it's like this with a man, it perhaps isn't too bad'.

She fucked me in this way for ages and while thoroughly enjoying myself I knew I wasn't going to cum; Danny however had other ideas and she gently raised her weight off me and blew cool air over my face and chest.

'Cool off baby, you're getting overheated.'

We were both sweating, hot and out of breath but she was caring and trying to look after me; this wasn't what I'd expected at all!

I suggested that we change position and she said 'ok, would you do doggy position? and then you can diddle your clit while I fuck you'. 

So we changed position and she came back into me from behind as I settled down with my left arm under my head so my right could reach down to my clit. 

She started to fuck me again, the dildo slipping into me easily now and I closed my eyes and began to rub my clit. 

The sensations inside were better than when I was on my back and with the addition of my own practiced hand on my clit I soon began to feel like I was going to cum.

'Yeah Danny, that's doing it for me now'. And after just a few more minutes I was coming loudly. 

She slowed down and gently took the dildo out of me and I turned and collapsed on the bed as she removed the harness, and then returned to the bed and lay on her back next to me.

Only now did we really start to talk and I asked her about her life, finding out that she was a delivery driver for a wholesale builders merchants. I was surprised that her hands were so soft and her nails were well cared for but she said she always wore gloves while working.

She had her arm around my neck and I snuggled into her so my head was on her shoulder and neck as we talked. 

She started to gently caress my neck and ear as we talked and it was nice and comforting and then something occurred to me. I had been so passive for most of our encounter, only actively participating in the final act; I had no idea whether she had achieved any kind of satisfaction.

I'm a giver by nature rather than a taker but as a mutually enjoyable sexual encounter had hardly been in my original game plan it hadn't even occurred to me!

I looked up at her and said 'Danny, did you cum?' 

She laughed as she and said 'no one's ever asked me that before'.

'Do you do this a lot?'

She was quiet and didn't respond, so I asked her again and finally I got an answer.

'I don't really. The guys at the pub and me generally boast about our conquests and how many girls we have bedded, but the reality is I don't get many, and I am not that experienced. You won't tell anyone else that will you?

There are a few girls who seem to like butches, and I guess we sort of pass them around.'

I assured her that not only would I not tell anyone else, but that none of her mates were going to be boasting about having me as a conquest.

As we talked it seemed to me that Danny was actually quite a lonely person who had been caught up in a scene that she didn't really fit into and either didn't know how to get out or was afraid to leave her gang of friends for fear of not fitting in elsewhere. 

She hadn't turned out to be the person I had expected and I actually felt quite sorry for her and maybe a little ashamed of how I had used her as my 'cure'.

As we chatted I started playing with her boobs, and then running my fingers over her tummy, feeling the layer of firm muscle caused by her manual job, just under the outer layer of fat. I caressed my way down until I could slip my fingers into her pussy hair.

'What you doing?' she asked, surprised.

'You didn't cum Danny.'

'I don't usually cum with girls I sleep with; it's all about me satisfying them.'

'Well, you will tonight.'

I continued to caress and tease her and she parted her legs slightly, allowing my fingers to find her wetness and slip inside as I kissed around her boobs before taking her nipples into my mouth and lavishing attention on them.

In no hurry, I kissed my way down from her chest to her rib cage and stomach, my fingers finding a steady rhythm as I did so, her fingers moving in my hair as I descended, not pushing me down or applying pressure, just keeping contact with me as I kissed her all over.

I looked up at her as I started to kiss and nibble at the insides of her thighs and her eyes were closed in pleasure and abandonment.




The Cure



As I kissed closer and closer to her pussy I felt a slight pressure on my head as her hips raised slightly at the imminent attention she was anticipating on her neglected pussy, so I licked with a broad stroke that made her flinch and moan.

I kissed and licked and nibbled her for ages, teasing her and trying to prolong her pleasure, until finally I placed my mouth firmly over her clit and suckled until she came, bucking her pussy against my face.

When her after shocks had subsided she pulled me up the bed and cradled me in her arms, cuddling me against her shoulder once more, holding me tightly.

We lay there chatting some more and thanking each other before I made way back out into the night and home.

I have never seen Danny again since that day; not because she revolted me as expected, but because I don't go to the places she frequents or want to be associated with the group of people she hangs around with -- I certainly don't want to be seen as one of their 'playthings'. I also don't want to damage her standing with her friends by ruining her reputation as the big, hard butch. 

I think she has built an image of herself as 'belonging' to a certain group associated with particular surroundings and had always been used to people being 'takers' thus expecting herself to be the 'giver'. I don't think she had ever shown the side of herself that she gave to me that night to anyone else; I hope she has since though. I feel sorry for her, and wish her well.

So why did I tell you this story? 

Well, it certainly didn't cure me of lesbianism (no great surprise there!) but it did teach me a thing or two about myself and other people.

Although I had deliberately put myself in a situation with the anticipation of it being humiliating and horrible, I actually had what turned into a very satisfying and different sexual encounter with a woman I previously wouldn't have looked twice at.

This episode in my life made me realise that the old adage of not judging a book by its cover isn't only true, but vitally important because ALL women are (or can be) attractive to me, because each has the same desires and the same need for closeness and sexual satisfaction. 

This has made me totally unprejudiced of body shape, size or age, as it's about the person inside, the satisfaction that we can give to each other, and the vulnerability that often emerges in the act of making love.

I also wonder whether those people in life who are just takers (which I tried to be for a night but couldn't quite achieve) really have any sexuality at all, or whether they'd be happy to be with anyone at all as long as they get what they want.

I've only ever told a couple of people about this episode, it's not something that I'm proud of after all, and now I'm telling it to someone who will write it up and post it on a public website for the world to see, because I also hope that some good can come of it.

You see I'm happy now. I'm in a mutually loving and committed relationship with my long term girlfriend who I intend to spend the rest of my life with, and having come out to my parents I know that even if I did get the 'wobbles' again I have people who love me and will support me through anything I need them for.

I hope that anyone else who gets as deranged and confused over their sexuality (or anything else in their life) will realise that they're not 'wrong' to be different and that there are other people out there in the same boat.

No, it's not always easy and sometimes along the way you meet people who for no good reason make your life hell, but most people aren't like that and we mustn't let them get us down or make us feel bad about who we are.

None of us need to be cured.